Have you got someone in mind for me?"
"Finish your breakfast and I'll tell you the story. The musician. She asked no further questions for the moment. Wood
fancied he heard the exulting laugh of Jonathan Wild. "
"Never!" replied the woollen-draper; "and if that treacherous rascal, by your
side, doesn't make himself scarce quickly, I'll send a bullet through his brain. He measured out the portion of
another peg, the bottle wavering in his hand. 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. I hid because there was
no other way of seeing you. There was only one clean spot in the picture—the ship's wash (all white) that
fluttered on a line stretched between the two masts. What do you think, Annabel?”
“I don’t think they would,” she admitted. "There is no fee," said Dolby.
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