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He has the gout, and his lady
has the megrims."
"Do you depend upon that?" She was frankly scornful.
"You have certainly never had the gout; probably not even the
megrims," said he.
She made a little impatient movement with her hand, and looked away
from him a moment, out to sea. Quite suddenly she looked at him
again; and now her brows were knit.
"But if you are not a rebel, how come you here?"
He saw the thing she apprehended, and he laughed. "Faith, now, it's
a long story," said he.
"And one perhaps that you would prefer not to tell?"
Briefly on that he told it her.
"My God! What an infamy!" she cried, when he had done.
"Oh, it's a sweet country England under King James! There's no need
to commiserate me further. All things considered I prefer Barbados.
Here at least one can believe in God."
He looked first to right, then to left as he spoke, from the distant
shadowy bulk of Mount Hillbay to the limitless ocean ruffled by the
winds of heaven. Then, as if the fair prospect rendered him
conscious of his own littleness and the insignificance of his woes,
he fell thoughtful.


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