One of his converted Kanakas dropped in one day. The boy doesn't know it, but I dug into his trunk for something to identify him and stumbled upon some manuscripts. Into this new world, vivid with colour, came Spurlock, receptively. He read but little, and that chiefly healthy light fiction with chromatic titles, The Red Sword, The Black Helmet, The Purple Robe, also in order “to distract his mind. Then came the great day. He looked eager and flushed and troubled. ” “It’s the perpetual trouble,” he said, “of parent and child. “I mean to go to that dance!” she blubbered. “But, forgive me, you are tired. A dozen books lay upon the counterpane. ‘You’re either mad, or in love.
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