" "What the devil's in the wind now, Captain?" cried Blueskin, in astonishment. The man turned at the exclamation, and so did several of the bystanders; but they could not make out who had uttered it. “I suppose Paris is very, very distracting. The grim mockery of it!—those South Sea loafers, taking advantage of Enschede's Christianity and imposing upon him, accepting his money and medicines and laughing behind his back! No doubt they made the name a byword and a subject for ribald jest in the waterfront bars. Everything had so far come to pass as the withered old Kanaka woman had foretold. On the walls were noticeboards bearing clusters of newspaper slips, three or four big posters of monster meetings, one of which Ann Veronica had attended with Miss Miniver, and a series of announcements in purple copying-ink, and in one corner was a pile of banners. ” He paced the room for a minute or two restlessly. There’s hardly a night she doesn’t sneak out of the house. “Ungracious little beast, I call her. That I should be challenged by you of all people. You do not need my compliments. ” The man hesitated.
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