Sanders found the missionary waiting for him at daybreak on the strip of white beach, and the missionary, whose name was Haggin, was in one of those cold passions that saintly men permit themselves, for righteousness’ sake. “All England shall ring with this outrage,” he said, and his voice trembled. “Woe the day when a British official joins the hosts of Satan . . .” He said many other disagreeable things. “Forget it,” said Sanders tersely; “this man of yours has been playing the fool.” And in his brief way he desc…
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