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Their end will be swift; some few minutes of terror, that is all, and in one short century every one of them would have been dead." An expression of horror gathered on Bastin's face. "Do you really mean to murder hundreds of millions of people?" he asked, in a thick, slow voice.
That could only be done by the Power which made it and you." I trembled for the results of Bastin's methods of setting out the truth. To my astonishment, however, Oro replied: "You speak wisely, Priest, but the Power you name may use instruments to accomplish its decrees. I am such an instrument." "Quite so," said Bastin, "just like anybody else.
"Hand them over." "Yes; if I had been allowed a little more time I intended " "Never mind what you intended; we know what you did and that's enough," said Bickley as he snatched the packet from Bastin's hand and proceeded to undo it, adding, "By heaven! I have no matches, nor have you, Arbuthnot!" "I have a dozen boxes of wax vestas in my other pocket," said Bastin.
I must add that when I heard these words I was filled with the most unbounded admiration for Bastin's fearless courage which enabled him thus to beard this super-tyrant in his den. So indeed were we all, for I read it in Yva's face and heard Bickley mutter: "Bravo! Splendid! After all there is something in faith!"
But beware of the god Oro who dwells in the mountain, for if you anger him he will sink your island beneath the sea." "And remember all that I have taught you," shouted Bastin. Marama shivered, though whether at the mention of the god Oro, of whose powers the Orofenans had so painful a recollection, or at the result of Bastin's teachings, I do not know.
Only this indeed: "To everyone, I think, there comes the moment of opportunity when choice must be made between what is great and what is small, between self and its desires and the good of other wanderers in the way. This day that moment may draw near to you or me, and if so, surely we shall greet it well. Such is Bastin's lesson, which I have striven to learn."
She's a puller-out of bastin's, her ma said, and the oldest girl is fourteen. She's a runner, or a cash, or somethin' in a store. The biggest boy is in a foundry-shop and the lame one sells papers." "A mother and six children." Laine made some notes in a book and put it back in his pocket. "I'm going out. Have a cab here at eight-thirty.
While we were speaking I was cutting Bastin's bonds. "Thank you," he said. "It is a great relief to stretch one's arms after they have been compressed with cords. But at the same time, I do not know that I am really grateful. The martyr's crown was hanging above me, so to speak, and now it has vanished into the pit, like that man whom Bickley murdered."
Except as possible providers of subscriptions and props of Mothers' Meetings, women had no interest for him. To return with that engaging honesty which I have mentioned Bastin's letter went on to set out all his own disabilities, which, he added, would probably render him unsuitable for the place he desired to fill.
I wonder what Bastin's ideas of unpleasant conversation may be, thought I to myself, as I watched him depart already wool-gathering on some other subject, probably the heresy of one of those "early fathers" who occupied most of his thoughts. Bickley listened to my tale in sympathetic silence, as a doctor does to a patient.
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