"
Amazed at the boy's assurance, Wood left off boxing his ears for a moment, and,
looking at him steadfastly, said in a grave tone, "Jack, Jack, you'll come to be
hanged!"
"Better be hanged than hen-pecked," retorted the lad with a malicious grin. 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. I would
have liked to know. "No," replied Jack, peremptorily. Her hair had begun to grow back, it
now swept to her shoulders. Her softly
intertwined fingers became rigid. I did not wish to be hounded
by her family and a bunch of other scientific desperados
for the rest of the millennia, did you?”
“Then come live with me again, it is safer. So he found her when he came round
the corner of the spinney. Always. . She could not feel her
own body.
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