"Why not?" "I'll tell you," cried a deep voice from the back of the bed. " "At any rate, I won, for he went away. 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. ‘Why, that’s it. " The worthy carpenter was now far more angry with himself than he had previously been with Mrs. . One morning he caught her hand suddenly and kissed it. Chapter XXIX MONTAGUE HILL PLAYS THE GAME The man opened his eyes and looked curiously about him. He was now within a foot of the bar, and introducing himself into the hole, speedily worked his way to it. His face was half hidden under a freshly pipeclayed sola topee—sun-helmet. He added, ‘Also others, but I don’t recall them.
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