“A very clear statement, madam,” he said. It was still too dark for reading, but she could see well enough to note the number of the last page—fifty-six. So, after the dinner was over, Spurlock took her home; and worked far into the night. Look at me. I don’t have to take this shit. She found herself alone in the train asking herself what she must do next, and trying not to think of herself as cut off from home or any refuge whatever from the world she had resolved to face. He would always see the picture of the huge, raw-boned Dutchman, haranguing and thundering the word of God into the dull ears of South Sea Islanders, who, an hour later, would be carrying fruit penitently to their wooden images.
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