The period of repression was over. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing. You'll live to hate chicken; and
the man in you will rise up and demand strong drink. 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. He knew that
he could translate literally. Gazing at her with eyes blinded with
tears, he imprinted one brotherly kiss upon her lips. In this way, Jack was brought back to Newgate, and again chained down in the
Middle Ward. He told her something about
music, the great world outside.
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