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He was always drawing contrasts between a woman’s lot and a man’s, and treating her as a wonderful new departure in this comparison. “You will not object,” he said, glancing towards her, “to accepting a deposit. Do you know whoso portrait this is?" "I do not," replied Thames, repressing his tears, "but I believe it to be the portrait of my father. He began really to like Spurlock, despite the shadow of the boy's past, despite his inexplicable attitude toward this glorious girl. To preach a fine sermon every Sunday so that he would lose neither the art nor the impulse; and this child, in secret rebellion, taking it down in long hand during odd hours in the week! Preaching grandiloquently before a few score natives who understood little beyond the gestures, for the single purpose of warding off disintegration! It reminded the doctor of a stubborn retreat; from barricade to barricade, grimly fighting to keep the enemy at bay, that insidious enemy of the white man in the South Seas—inertia. As soon as he gets into blue water, he'll think no more of pitching the boy overboard than of lighting his pipe. And it hampers us. If it wasn’t for the fear that after all—but we won’t think of that. " "Go with him to Tyburn,—never lose sight of him till the noose is tied. "Von't you hear me?—ough! ough!" demanded Sharples, after a pause.
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