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Certainly Bastin was as far from Bickley as those points of the earth are apart, while I. as it were, sat equally distant between the two. However, we were all very happy together, since in certain characters, there are few things that bind men more closely than profound differences of opinion. Now I must turn to my more personal affairs.
Round him danced the infuriated priests of Oro, and round them, shrieking and howling with rage, was most of the population of Orofena. We rushed up so suddenly that none tried to stop us, and took our stand on either side of him, producing our pistols as we did so. "Thank you for coming," said Bastin in the silence which followed; "though I don't think it is the least use.
Personally, I think that more allowances should have been made for them, as I hope will be the case elsewhere, since after all they only acted according to their lights." "Curse their lights!" ejaculated Bickley, feeling his throat which was bruised. "I'm glad they are out." Bastin limped away in search of his boots, but Bickley and I stood where we were contemplating the awakened Sleeper.
"You are very kind," said Bastin, "and certainly I should like to expose that misguided author, who probably published his offensive work without thinking that what he wrote might affect the subscriptions to the missionary societies, also to show Bickley that he is not always right, as he seems to think. But I could never dream of accepting without the full approval of the Bishop."
She understood, for she answered in much the same language: "What, then, do you call it?" "Sun in the English tongue," I replied. "Sun. English," she repeated after me, then added, "How are you named, Wanderer?" "Humphrey," I answered. "Hum-fe-ry!" she said as though she were learning the word, "and those?" "Bastin and Bickley," I replied.
He was blessed with a shiny black coat, but now this coat sparkled in the sunlight, like the Lady Yva's hair. "The Glittering Lady is all very well, but I'm not sure that I care for a glittering dog. It doesn't look quite natural," said Bastin, contemplating him. "Why does Tommy shine, Lady?" I asked.
"I haven't the slightest ambition to be a martyr," said Bickley. "No," shouted Bastin from a little distance, "I am quite aware of that, as you have often said so before. Therefore, if you become one, I am sorry to say that I do not see how you can expect any benefit. You would only be like a man who puts a sovereign into the offertory bag in mistake for a shilling.
"Fear nothing," she said again, but next second I was never more full of fear in my life, for we were whirling downwards at a speed that would have made an American elevator attendant turn pale. "Don't choke me," I heard Bickley say to Bastin, and the latter's murmured reply of: "I never could bear these moving staircases and tubelifts. They always make me feel sick."
"If," said Bickley, "you imagine that you look like the minister of any religion ancient or modern in a grubby flannel shirt, a battered sun-helmet, a torn green and white umbrella and a pair of ragged duck trousers, you are mistaken, Bastin, that is all." "I admit that the costume is not appropriate, Bickley, but how otherwise could she have learned the truth?"
"Why?" inquired Bastin. "Why? Becos the 'urricane is coming, that's all. Coming as though the devil had kicked it out of 'ell." Bastin seemed inclined to remonstrate at this sort of language, but we pushed him down the companion and followed, propelling the spaniel Tommy in front of us.
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