" "We'll see that, young hempseed," replied Sharples, shutting the hatch furiously in his face, and locking it. The act was mechanical, a bit of sparring for time: his anger was searching about for a new vent. Opening the door he then stepped into a dark narrow passage leading, as he was well aware, to the chapel. —You've your answer, Blueskin," he added, pushing that individual, who seemed unwilling to depart, towards the door; "it's useless to urge the matter further. But be patient, I am your fast friend. ‘He prayeth best who loveth best—all things both great and small. Jeez! It was about time. "I have never been out of this horrible dungeon since we last met," he said; "though how long ago that is, I scarcely know. But now it’s beads by the cask—like the hold of a West African trader. The wall of the sky, the wall of the horizon, the wall behind which each human being hid—the wall behind which she herself was hiding! If only her mother had lived, her darling mother! Presently the unhappy puzzlement left her face; and an inward glow began to lighten it.
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