CHAPTER THE FOURTEENTH THE COLLAPSE OF THE PENITENT Part 1 Spring had held back that year until the dawn of May, and then spring and summer came with a rush together. " "Nonsense!" cried Wood; "while there's life there's hope. I begin to understand Jane Austen and chintz covers and decency and refinement and all the rest of it. While he was thus occupied, Thames, prompted by an unaccountable feeling of curiosity, took up the penknife which the other had just used, and examined the haft. "No more, please! I am bewildered enough. She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. At times he seemed to be claiming pity from her; at times he was threatening her with her check and exposure; at times he was boasting of his inflexible will, and how, in the end, he always got what he wanted. ‘I have told you that I am entirely English.
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