CHAPTER THE THIRD THE MORNING OF THE CRISIS Part 1 Two days after came the day of the Crisis, the day of the Fadden Dance. ” They were eating quails when they returned to the topic of love. Then she sat down—uninvited— and looked from one to the other curiously. " "And you want me to find a minister?" she asked, with ready comprehension. "You have betrayed me," said he, in a deep whisper, to his companion; "but you shall reap the reward of your treachery. In the matter of his conscience he was primitive; and for an educated man to become primitive is to become something of a child. The drunken beachcombers; the one-sided education; the utter loneliness of a white child without playfellows, human or animal, without fairy stories, who for days was left alone while the father visited neighbouring islands, these pictures sank far below their actual importance. Too skilled to advertise their presence by a show of arms and men.
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