"We'll see that, you yelping hounds!" rejoined Jonathan, glaring fiercely at them. And a right set-to there were betwixt him and Mr Jarvis, I can tell you. Arriving at the chapel, their wonder increased. His face turned a dark crimson. “I want to ask you a question,” he said. A hush descended across the audience as instruments tuned, creating small ladders of fifths that collapsed abruptly, snatches of solos that disappeared and reappeared like gags in a house of mirrors. 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.
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