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She recalled how she had stretched out her arms toward the magic blue horizon. Still, it was rather terrible to suspect that one had fallen from grace, but nevertheless the thing was possible. ” “You may be sure of the one,” she murmured. “The unaccountable thing is that I wouldn’t go home to please her. I see them hanging out in the halls together all the time. The dress of this person was excessively showy, and consisted of a scarlet riding-habit, lined and faced with blue, and bedizened with broad gold lace, a green silk-knit waistcoat, embroidered with silver, and decorated with a deep fringe, together with a hat tricked out in the same gaudy style. She had never been "My child" or "My dear"; always her name—Ruth. 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. ” He declared.
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