Lucy felt the hairs on her neck rise. Why? He could preach the Word and deny Love!—tame the savage heart, succour broken white men!—pray with his face strained with religious fervour! The idea made her dizzy because it was so inexplicable. What Miss Miniver would have called the Higher Truth supervenes. The rear of the party was brought up by a large, powerfully-built man, with a bluff, honest, but rugged countenance, slashed with many a cut and scar, and stamped with that surly, sturdy, bull-dog-like look, which an Englishman always delights to contemplate, because he conceives it to be characteristic of his countrymen. The lights of the Champs Elysées and the Place de la Concorde, suggestive, brilliant, seductive, shone like an army of fireflies against the deep cool background of the night. Why open my mouth if there might not be a need for it when all’s said?’ Melusine acknowledged the logic of this. Very doubtful. . You seem to want this chap out of Canton. I give you the plain, unadulterated truth.
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