E. Profoundly. ‘What did you do with the portrait then? Not that I suppose it is much use any longer. The men have never had so much work to do since they banded. Everything in his favour—the luck of the gods! The only white men were miles down the coast. And I want him out of uniform. What a pity! For all her ignorance of material things—the human inventions which served the physical comforts of man—how much she knew about man himself! She had seen him bereft of all those spiritual props which permit man to walk on two feet instead of four—broken, without resilience. As he anticipated, he was here comparatively screened from the fury of the wind; and when he gazed upon the roaring fall beneath him, visible through the darkness in a glistening sheet of foam, his heart overflowed with gratitude for his providential deliverance.
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