There was another phrase which
sounded something like 'Gin in a blue-serge coat'. He bent to her hand, and she slipped off the ring and gave it to him to examine. On this side was a razor with
which a son had murdered his father; the blade notched, the haft crusted with
blood: on that, a bar of iron, bent, and partly broken, with which a husband had
beaten out his wife's brains. We shall both, I hope, live to enjoy our shares—long after Thames
Darrell is forgotten—ha! ha! A third of your estate I accept. She refused to
sleep in the same room with him one night, kicking him
in the shins. Yet either the rest or the wine
seemed already to have done him good. She
reloaded. "You forgot your lunch," she said. "Well, you women are forgiving creatures, I must say," observed Jonathan,
sarcastically. 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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