He hadkilled something, but what it was he
would not say.
I dipped my hand in it and it was as cold as
ice.
Allthe same it seemed clear that he had shot
Smit.
I had knocked too much aboutAfrica to be a
dogmatic sceptic about the mysteries of the heathen. We do NOT keep any eBooks
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Most likely hes apriest of sorts, and if youre
not civil to him well have to quitthis country.
It was no use staying on, and, for myself,
Ihad a strong desire to get out of the neighbourhood.
The compulsion must have been prettystrong
which drove him to drink.
A promontory ran out from the berg, connected
bya narrow isthmus with the main massif.
All the same I didnt quiteconvince myself. I
felt that somehow I hadstrayed beyond the reasonable world.
I dipped my hand in it and it was as cold as
ice.
He announced his intention of takinga walk
later and interviewing the water-merchant.
It is permitted, he said, foryou have a clean
heart. It was early December, and in the Wood Bush it was the weather ofan
English June. I was turning to go away, when I looked at the door on the
farside. But by this time I had become rather hopeless. I dipped my hand in it
and it was as cold as ice.
But by this time I had become rather hopeless.
Inoticed that there were very few young men about the place, but aninordinate
number of old women.