“You found the cabochon? After all these years?” He
asked, incredulous. ”
Ann Veronica sat with her chin on her hand, red-lit and saying little, and Miss
Miniver discoursed. 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. With his tongue
lolling and his flea-bitten stump wagging apologetically, he glanced from face to
face to see if there was any forgiveness visible. "That's for Mrs. ’
The command was accompanied by an increase of pressure on the wrist he
held. She regarded him coldly, as though wondering whether
he had anything further to say. “Ann Veronica has never looked quite so well, I think,” said Capes, clinging,
because of a preconceived plan, to the suppressed topic. Or, if this goodlooking young fellow will only say the word, I'll go with him.
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