" "Don't listen to him, father," cried Thames, unconscious of what was passing; "there are plenty of people outside. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. Shortly afterwards,—it seemed an age to the anxious mother,—Mr. Get it off your soul. . He remembered that, before he attempted to dislodge the stone, he had placed the child in a cavity of the pier, which the granite mass had been intended to fill. Too late she realised that Emile was not trying to escape. At the head of the cart was placed the coffin. The beach: to get there as quickly as he could, to reach the white man's nadir of abasement and gather the promise of that soothing indifference which comes with the final disintegration of the fibres of conscience.
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