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"Which flowering bough we all thought we saw the Sleeper Oro carry away after Tommy had brought it to him." "Yes; he made me pick it up and give it to him," said Bastin. "Well, if we did not see this it should still be lying on the rock, as there has been no wind and there are no animals here to carry it away. You will admit that, Bickley?" He nodded.
"I have considered that possibility," answered Bastin, "and therefore, although it is a dangerous weapon to carry loaded, I am determined to take my revolver. If necessary I shall consider myself quite justified in shooting him to save our lives and those of thousands of others." At this we both laughed; somehow the idea of Bastin trying to shoot Oro struck us as intensely ludicrous.
"That means a hill, or an island, or a hill in an island," whispered Bickley to me. "Who is your God?" asked Bastin again. The point seemed one upon which they were a little doubtful, but at last the chief answered, "Oro. He who fights." "In other words, Mars," said Bickley. "I will give you a better one," said Bastin in the same slow fashion.
The other side was left open for the present, which in that equable and balmy clime was no disadvantage. The whole edifice was about thirty feet long by fifteen deep and divided into two portions, one for sleeping and one for living, by a palm leaf partition. Really, it was quite a comfortable abode, cool and rainproof, especially after Bastin had built his hut in which to cook.
'But whisper, Mary Ellen, says I, 'Don't ye niver feel like bastin' th' seeraphims? 'Th' teachin's iv Freebull and Pitzotly is conthrary to that, she says.
If they dislike that well, there are many others." "Humph!" says Sadie, tossin' her head. "Lindy, do you hear that?" Lindy nods and keeps right on bastin' the sleeve. "But how did you ever come to marry such a person, Lindy?" Sadie demands. Carlos executes another smile at this and bows polite. "It was my fault," says he.
There are degrees in the pleasures of solitude and, in short, I will not disturb your privacy at night." Oro waved his hand and we departed down that awful and most dreary hall. "I hope you will spend a pleasant time here, Bastin," I said, looking back from the doorway at its cold, illuminated vastness.
"Hurry up, Bastin, hurry up!" said the unfeeling Bickley, "or you will be late for your appointment and put your would-be neophyte into a bad temper." Then Bastin went, carrying under his arm a large Bible printed in the language of the South Sea Islands. A little while later Yva appeared, arrayed in her wondrous robes which, being a man, it is quite impossible for me to describe.
"I say," said Bickley, "that I want to see all this supernatural rubbish thoroughly exploded, and that therefore I should prefer to go on with the business." "And I say," said Bastin, "that my most earnest desire is to be clear of the whole thing, which wearies and perplexes me more than I can tell. Only I am not going to run away, unless you think it desirable to do so too, Lady Yva.
"Not Bickley nor Bastin," she answered, shaking her head, "no, nor you yourself, awake or sleeping, though once, by the lake yonder, you said to me that when a certain one lay dying, she bade you seek her elsewhere, for certainly you would find her. Humphrey, I cannot say who told me those words because I do not know. I think they are a memory, Humphrey!"
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