"Wet your whistle before you start, Jack," said Kneebone, pouring out a glass of
ale. "All I want is to be happy!" she said aloud, as if she were asking for something
of such ordinary value that God would readily accord it to her because there was
so little demand for the commodity. And yet, often when alone, he wondered: had McClintock been wrong, or
had she ceased to care in that way? The possibility that she no longer cared
should have filled him with unalloyed happiness, whereas it depressed him, cut
the natural vanity of youth into shreds and tatters. "
"I am here in Canton," she replied, simply. I want to stand between
you and all the force and vileness of the world. Who could say that the girl's father had not once been
a fashionable clergyman in the States and that drink had got him and forced him
down, step by step, until—to use the child's odd expression—he had come upon
the beach? She was cynical, this spinster. Here was a poor half-naked
creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand,
seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. ‘You are not
sympathique in the very least.
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