There has never been a white woman at
McClintock's. She was flushed, and her eyes were
bright and angry; her breath came sobbing, and her hair was all abroad in
wandering strands of black. 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 one problem was that it didn’t fly. Fearful that she had given herself away, she
sank back down onto her stool. “And some of them quite
pretty and well dressed. "
"Not your only chance, Thames," returned Jack, in the same undertone; "but
your best. "It is time!"
"For what?" grumbled the latter, rubbing his eyes. . She rose, paid her bill, and turned
westwards. "Mother—dear mother!" said Jack, bursting into tears. But it would be too risky. You're rich.
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