He suggested they take the remains of the household to his country estate, where he could at least hunt through the winter to provide them venison and grouse. On their return, the jailers raised up Jonathan, who was weltering in his blood, and who appeared to be dying. She forgot her vital hatred of the South Seas; she forgot that McClintock's would not differ a jot from the old island she had for ever left behind her; she forgot all the doctor's lessons and warnings. They were in many respects so right; she clung to that, and shirked more and more the paradoxical conviction that they were also somehow, and even in direct relation to that rightness, absurd. At first she thought he was endeavouring to rid himself of the fleas, but after a time she came to understand that the muck had healing qualities and soothed the burning scratches made by his claws. She dare not risk it. ’ Kimble’s widening gaze told its own tale, but still he kept his fingers on the handle of the door.
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