He was just getting cross about your being late for dinner—you know his way—when it came. ‘I’ve finished me report, sir,’ Trodger said aggrievedly. “Don’t!” she begged. Why? He could preach the Word and deny Love!—tame the savage heart, succour broken white men!—pray with his face strained with religious fervour! The idea made her dizzy because it was so inexplicable. Her body rose up to meet his in a cat-like stretch and she smiled. Her face expressed nothing. Not with the unavoidable explanations, and the need to secrete the sword and hide it before returning the priest’s horse to its stable—which had been her excuse for running from Martha’s protestations. On the contrary. All her tender lures, inherent and acquired, had shattered themselves futilely against the reserve he had set between them. “I wonder what you could do?” he said.
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