She might scream until her voice failed; the natives would not come to her aid; they never meddled with the affairs of the whites. 277 “I was beginning to think that I would never see you again, Lucy. A pair of startled blue eyes looked up into his. There all the loose characters thronged, assignations were openly made, and the spectators diverted themselves with the vagaries of its miserable inhabitants. There! You are trying to take your hand away. "Take me, then," replied the widow. He flung himself backwards, hit the dais and fell heavily before the altar, losing his low-crowned beaver. Why should she trouble herself over that young fool, who was nothing to her; who, when he eventually sobered up, would not be able to recognize her, or if he did, as something phantasmagorical? Perhaps he should not apply the term "fool"; "unfortunate" might be the more accurate application. Thus, all her interest in life began to centre upon the patient, who was apparently quite as anchorless as she was. “You come into these sordid surroundings—you mustn’t mind my calling them sordid—and it makes them seem as though they didn’t matter. Prudence reminded him that he was a county magistrate, and parliamentary candidate for a somewhat difficult borough, where his principal supporters were dissenters of strict principles who took a zealous interest in his moral character.
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