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The first Step towards the Ladder. Not far from the entrance, on the left, was a sort of screen, or partition-wall, reaching from the floor to the ceiling, formed of thick oaken planks riveted together by iron bolts, and studded with broad-headed nails. The loneliness of the place somewhat depressed her. "There!" she cried, laughing, "that'll teach you to lay hands upon me again. Enschede, to have starved his heart as well as Ruth's because, having laid a curse, he knew not how to turn aside from it! How easily he might have forgotten the unworthy mother in the love of the child! And this day to hear her voice lifted in a quality of anathema. She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. Queer old gentleman! The art of ignoring is one of the accomplishments of every well-bred girl, so carefully instilled that at last she can even ignore her own thoughts and her own knowledge. To-morrow night —or rather to-night, for we are fast verging on another day—I propose to lure him out of the house by a stratagem which I am sure will prove infallible; and, then, what so easy as to knock him on the head. Brutes! They are the brute still with us! Science some day may teach us a way to do without them. The militia offered little in the way of relief.
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