“He is a sad blunderer. Help—should she need it—from the natives was out of the question. "What ho!" he cried slapping Smith, who had fallen asleep with the brandybottle in his grasp, upon the shoulder. He picked up the broken fiddle and beckoned. He tried to make love to me. ” His voice conveyed studied moderation. "Spare me!" he groaned, looking upwards. ’ So that was it. She realized dimly that there was no personal thing behind his cry, that countless myriads of Mannings had “My God!”-ed with an equal gusto at situations as flatly apprehended.
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