"I'm not worth it. The first peg was torture. Altogether different. " "Rely on me," rejoined Kneebone. ’ A sudden clatter of booted feet sounded in the hall beyond. “Excellent!” he exclaimed. Wild," he added, laughing, "it must be a stronger prison than Willesden cage that can hold me. Wild in my presence! He's the right-hand of the community! We could do nothing without him!" "We!" repeated Wood, significantly. That’s probably true. 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.
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