“Your mother was a Gypsy. She imagined descending the stairs, hearing Mike’s uproarious laughter as she peeked around a vacant corner with a lump in her throat. 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. There were perches inside where she could crouch and labyrinths underneath where she could hide. I found him lying like this, the bleeding partly stopped by this scarf, else he had been dead by now. His curiosity put itself into a question. “You poor little girl!” he cried. I'll call for you this afternoon when Wu is on. Ann Veronica sat down in the other arm-chair and darned badly for a minute or so.
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