But he could only utter an inarticulate exclamation. Lucy was charmed; how peaceful the baby looked. “Are you free tomorrow? Should I call?” He asked. He would always see the picture of the huge, raw-boned Dutchman, haranguing and thundering the word of God into the dull ears of South Sea Islanders, who, an hour later, would be carrying fruit penitently to their wooden images. Something in his smile, in the cynical suggestiveness of his deferential tone, maddened her. Dese ere not schouts, as you faind, but jonkers on a vrolyk; and if dey'd chanshed to keel de vrow Sheppard's pet lamb, dey'd have done her a servish, by shaving it from dat unpleasant complaint, de hempen fever, with which its laatter days are threatened, and of which its poor vader died. Cathy's eyes widened, her cheeks expanding to a smile.
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