He was a handsome man, and Lucy could see the strong resemblance of John to him. 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. He took the first step toward the stairs, and met the restraining hand of McClintock. Conceiving himself called upon, as the intimate friend of the deceased, to pay this last tribute of respect to her memory, he appeared as one of the chief mourners. Now, as she stared at the image of her own face, she recalled something Major Alderley had said. At last she was roused. Nothing would induce me to marry you, or any man at present. “Annabel;” he moaned.
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