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Fresh suspicion kindled in his breast. The preparations to meet him were immense,
roses were planted everywhere, white and drooping with
honeyed fragrance. They were exquisite. “Do all foster kids have the instinct?” Michelle asked
naively. His mind was filled
briefly with psychic images of a charnel house that
danced like a spider in his head. "What!" she exclaimed, almost choked with passion,—"I advised you to burthen
yourself with that idle and good-for-nothing pauper, who'm you ought rather to
send to the workhouse than maintain at your own expense, did I! I advised you
to take him as an apprentice; and, so far from getting the regular fee with him, to
give him a salary? I advised you to feed him, and clothe him, and treat him like
his betters; to put up with his insolence, and wink at his faults? I counselled all
this, I suppose. 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. .
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