The Ragged Edge. Entering the Lodge, the first person he beheld was Austin, who was only just up, and whose toilette appeared scarcely completed. “If you interfere between us,” the man said, “it will go hardly with you. Jack, who had been lingering near the group, now walked on. ‘No sense in snooping about down here,’ Gerald whispered. “Should I leave? Sounds like she is running out of food. And because he knew it was a burden, there was no gaiety upon the doctor's face; neither was there speech on his tongue. Knowing the South Seas from hearsay and by travel, he knew something of that inertia which blunted the fineness, innate and acquired, of white men and women, the eternal warfare against indifference and slovenliness. The novel danger of the situation enthralled him.
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