She met the keen grey eyes of a clean-shaven man, between forty and fifty, quietly dressed in professional attire. "What do you want?" he asked, in a gruff voice. But he reckoned without his host. She answered slowly. “Alone, dear?” “Yes, aunt. " "Are they good?" "He can write; but he hasn't found anything real to write about. "Ruth, you must not come and sit on the threshold. Can’t travel alone, a pair of nuns. 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. “But if you had?” she said. I pray you, Gérard, do not fail me. Cars rushed by on the street, swerving into the middle of the two lane road to avoid the knee-deep puddles forming around sewer grates.
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