The beach: to get there as quickly as he could, to reach the white man's nadir of
abasement and gather the promise of that soothing indifference which comes
with the final disintegration of the fibres of conscience. Raising the bowl in his right hand, Jack glanced towards the balcony,
in which the group of ladies were seated, and begged to drink their healths; he
then turned to Kneebone and the others, who extended their hands towards him,
and raised it to his lips. “I wonder if they will seem altered,” she remarked for the third time. “Then you need to find someone else. Gentlemen,—Mr. No umbrella either, the sky was
delightfully overcast. There he paused again, half turning his back and
pretending to look for someone among the soldiers on the benches. Certainly I never met him.
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