I knew it. . They stopped talking, except to each other. It was denied him, for as he closed his eyes—though but for an instant—the whole scene of his former visit to the place rose before him. He was unable to possess Lucy's hand as he had in the cinema, separated by the annoying chasm between the van's plush seats. She is called Madame Ibstock, you understand. His salary was a few paltry hundreds a year. 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. .
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