Good riddance. ’
‘What, Madame Valade?’ demanded Gerald. As usual,
however, on the occasion of any great calamity, a crowd was scouring the streets,
whose sole object was plunder. Some of them are now buried at the bottom of the Thames. 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. "What can it matter to you whether he returns or not, child," rejoined Mrs. I didn’t!
I didn’t! After all—”
For a time her mind ran on daintiness and its defensive restraints as though it
was the one desirable thing. "I'll be his evil genius!" vociferated Jonathan, who seemed to enjoy her torture.
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