"Is it gold?"
"Pure gold," replied Kneebone. He was not addicted to
monologue, and the only audible comment he permitted himself at first upon a
universe that was evidently anything but satisfactory to him that afternoon, was
one compact and entirely unassigned “Damn!”
The word must have had some gratifying quality, because he repeated it. Fire; she was full of it. . She had treated him badly; she had hurt him and her aunt; she had done wrong
by their standards, and she would never persuade them that she had done right. Every time you mention the
father, she turns into marble. It was she who felt guilty as he showed her
their bedroom, smelling her perfume, ingesting their
psychic leftovers. McClintock, coming from below, saw them and went forward. "I'll tackle it to-night!"
"But it's after ten!"
"What's that got to do with it? … The roofs of the native huts scattering in the
wind! … the absolute agony of the twisting palms!….
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