Finger to his lips, Gerald pointed in the direction of the noise. Martin’s eyes seemed about to pop out of his head. She lied. She had in her suitcase a small scrapbook, only a few pages, what little information she had gathered on him through the years. 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. Then, when the tension was getting unendurable, and she was on the verge of speaking to some casual passer-by and demanding help, her follower vanished. Where is Father Spencer? I must have absolution.
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