’ ‘But I can’t leave you, miss. “Much as I hate rows, I’ve either got to make a stand or give in altogether. 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. “God in Heaven, Annabel!” he cried. The female’s words caught at his attention, and he no longer heard what the young Poussaint girl was saying to him. One of your aunts died, I believe, and the other removed to London. "Miss Enschede and Mr. ’ He clenched his fists and grew red in the face.
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