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. And so gentle as the poor creature is, when she's not in her wild fits—it would melt a heart of stone to see her. “Have you dropped from the skies?” Sydney asked wonderingly. From first to last, on this occasion, her aunt expostulated for about two hours. A lean young man in spectacles pursued her for some time, crying “Courage! Courage!” Somebody threw a dab of mud at her, and some of it got down her neck. A row of magnificent, and even then venerable, elms threw their broad arms over this pleasant spot. The real tragedy—which he sensed and toward which he was always reaching—eluded all his verbal skill. You have to come over to my house.
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