She never
grew angry for anything her husband did: such anger as came to her was directed
against the lazy, incompetent servant who was always snooping about in the
inner temple—Spurlock's study. “Loneliness,” she said, “is a luxury which I never permit myself. ”
His voice rose and fell amidst the music and the singing of Tristan and King
Mark, like a voice heard in a badly connected telephone. 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. Gerald crossed back
to the window.
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