"The end is the most beautiful in English
literature. He would always see the picture of the
huge, raw-boned Dutchman, haranguing and thundering the word of God into
the dull ears of South Sea Islanders, who, an hour later, would be carrying fruit
penitently to their wooden images. On the death of his royal patron, he resolved to
return to his own country; and, after various delays, which had postponed it to
the present time, he had succeeded in accomplishing his object. ‘You heard Gosse—I mean, the man you know as Valade?’
‘Clear as day, miss,’ he uttered. Then you
won't tell me where he's going?"
"I will tell you six months from now. ”
“And the people?” Brendon asked. Half after six. ’
‘So I see.
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