\"Do you want a snack?\"
\"No thanks. "
Blueskin nodded, and left the room. Something with iron resolve the father had kept hidden all
these years in the lonely citadel of his heart. She lied. *****
Spurlock possessed that extraordinary condition of the mind which is called New
England conscience. “I’d have to be blown up into a thousand pieces. You poor man, what have you been doing to yourself?”
“Nothing except travelling all night,” he answered. 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. The Closing Scene
472
EPOCH THE FIRST. “I don’t know. And as he gave back the portfolio to Sir Rowland he contrived, unobserved, to
slip the precious document into his sleeve, and from thence into his pocket. Who is the other?”
“What other?”
Her voice seemed to come from a long way off. A stout wooden shutter, opening inwardly, being removed, disclosed a
grating of iron bars.
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