She hated it, she hated the mission-house;
she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. And yet, when you offered to help, it was what is to
come that I had in mind. As she approached, the carpenter's wife eyed
her from head to foot, in the hope of finding something in her person or apparel
to quarrel with. ‘This journey I do not like,’ she said more loudly. So she took up Stevenson and began to read aloud. ’
‘How do I know that?’ demanded Jack. Her aunt had a once exasperating habit
of interrupting her work with demands for small household services, but now
Ann Veronica rendered them with a queer readiness of anticipatory propitiation. "Is she returned!"
"Y—e—s, Sir Rowland," stammered Charcam.
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