Gosse sneered. That night a grave was dug in Willesden churchyard, next to that in which Mrs. Heaven knows why! They don’t marry most of us off now until high up in the twenties. ‘Think it’s worth getting some sort of light and following her down there?’ asked Roding. 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. “For I know that you love Ennison. She felt surges of longing escape every corner of her flesh. She opened the window, for the night was mild, and sat on the floor with her chin resting upon the window-sill.
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