The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the
veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. “I love you. ’
‘What about this Leonardo fellow?’ Hilary asked, still frowning heavily. “I
think she would,” she decided. If he succeeds there, I do not know how I can prove
myself. "
"I'll not go," answered the other. She ought to have leapt back on guard. In the heart of the jungle the
dog had his private muck baths. For the
face under her gaze she could find but one expression—fine. He would always see the picture of the
huge, raw-boned Dutchman, haranguing and thundering the word of God into
the dull ears of South Sea Islanders, who, an hour later, would be carrying fruit
penitently to their wooden images.
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