Gwen—I saw Gwen the other day, and the paint’s thicker than ever. He drove her home that night, kissing her again and
again at stoplights. Opening the door he then stepped into a dark narrow passage leading, as he was
well aware, to the chapel. 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. Hitherto in the world’s history there had been precursors of this Progress at
great intervals, voices that had spoken and ceased, but now it was all coming on
together in a rush. "There! off with you!" whispered Mrs. "All right," he said.
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