“It’s my fault. She drifted back into the welcoming arms of sleep, feeling herself surrounded in silk. That's part of the bargain. Take care he don't see you,—and bring me word where he goes, and what he does. ” “Would you like to be a boy?” “I wonder! It’s out of the question, any way. But the clearly definite thing was the ultimate escape. 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. “My dear boy,” she exclaimed. " But seeing that no notice was taken of the retort, he drew a little aside, and folded his arms, muttering, "This whim will soon be over.
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