She was sore with the perplexities of her
preposterous position. Sir John, by instinct and training, was an unimaginative person. His clothes were smartly pressed, his linen white, his jaws
cleanly shaven; but the day would come when he would grow indifferent to
bodily cleanliness. Analysis would come later, when the primitive
conscience, satisfied, would cease to dominate his thought and action. ”
“It isn’t nice getting there. "Close the doors below! Loose the dogs! Curses!
they don't hear me! I'll ring the alarm-bell. Wood is now in very affluent
circumstances. She wanted to come,
and I wouldn't let her. Besides—there
is Sir John. What a God-forsaken fool he was!
And dimly, out there somewhere in the South Seas—the beach!
Already he sensed the fascination of the inevitable; and with this fascination
came the idea of haste, to get there quickly and have done. ”
She pressed her ear to the door. She tried to think how people get work.
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