"What was it?" He was insistent. Stanley. "I was born in the South Seas and I am on my way to America, to an aunt. There were a few loose, broken fragments of rock to reckon with upon the ledges, and one place where hands did as much work as toes. After fifteen years, to find that peculiarly Occidental attribute—college loyalty—still alive in his heart! A Western idea that had survived; an idea that was merely the flower of youthful enthusiasm! With his hands still in his sleeves, his chin down in speculation over this phenomenon, he continued his patrol. Why did you let him have it?" "Let him have it? I can't stand at the elbow of any of the guests and regulate his or her actions. It may be well, therefore, before proceeding farther, to describe it more minutely.
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