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The
bright
domes
of
the
parasols
swayed
lightly
outwards
like
full-blown
blossoms
on
the
rim
of
a
vase
;
and
the
quiet
sheet
of
dark-blue
water
,
crossed
by
a
bar
of
purple
,
made
a
background
for
the
spinning
wheels
and
the
high
action
of
the
horses
,
whilst
the
turbaned
heads
of
the
Indian
servants
elevated
above
the
line
of
the
sea
horizon
glided
rapidly
on
the
paler
blue
of
the
sky
.
In
an
open
space
near
the
little
bridge
each
turn-out
trotted
smartly
in
a
wide
curve
away
from
the
sunset
;
then
pulling
up
sharp
,
entered
the
main
alley
in
a
long
slow-moving
file
with
the
great
red
stillness
of
the
sky
at
the
back
.
The
trunks
of
mighty
trees
stood
all
touched
with
red
on
the
same
side
,
the
air
seemed
aflame
under
the
high
foliage
,
the
very
ground
under
the
hoofs
of
the
horses
was
red
.
The
wheels
turned
solemnly
;
one
after
another
the
sunshades
drooped
,
folding
their
colors
like
gorgeous
flowers
shutting
their
petals
at
the
end
of
the
day
.
In
the
whole
half-mile
of
human
beings
no
voice
uttered
a
distinct
word
,
only
a
faint
thudding
noise
went
on
mingled
with
slight
jingling
sounds
,
and
the
motionless
heads
and
shoulders
of
men
and
women
sitting
in
couples
emerged
stolidly
above
the
lowered
hoods
--
as
if
wooden
.
But
one
carriage
and
pair
coming
late
did
not
join
the
line
.
It
fled
along
in
a
noiseless
roll
;
but
on
entering
the
avenue
one
of
the
dark
bays
snorted
,
arching
his
neck
and
shying
against
the
steel-tipped
pole
;
a
flake
of
foam
fell
from
the
bit
upon
the
point
of
a
satiny
shoulder
,
and
the
dusky
face
of
the
coachman
leaned
forward
at
once
over
the
hands
taking
a
fresh
grip
of
the
reins
.
It
was
a
long
dark-green
landau
,
having
a
dignified
and
buoyant
motion
between
the
sharply
curved
C-springs
,
and
a
sort
of
strictly
official
majesty
in
its
supreme
elegance
.
It
seemed
more
roomy
than
is
usual
,
its
horses
seemed
slightly
bigger
,
the
appointments
a
shade
more
perfect
,
the
servants
perched
somewhat
higher
on
the
box
.
The
dresses
of
three
women
--
two
young
and
pretty
,
and
one
,
handsome
,
large
,
of
mature
age
--
seemed
to
fill
completely
the
shallow
body
of
the
carriage
.
The
fourth
face
was
that
of
a
man
,
heavy
lidded
,
distinguished
and
sallow
,
with
a
somber
,
thick
,
iron-gray
imperial
and
mustaches
,
which
somehow
had
the
air
of
solid
appendages
.
His
Excellency
--
The
rapid
motion
of
that
one
equipage
made
all
the
others
appear
utterly
inferior
,
blighted
,
and
reduced
to
crawl
painfully
at
a
snail
's
pace
.
The
landau
distanced
the
whole
file
in
a
sort
of
sustained
rush
;
the
features
of
the
occupant
whirling
out
of
sight
left
behind
an
impression
of
fixed
stares
and
impassive
vacancy
;
and
after
it
had
vanished
in
full
flight
as
it
were
,
notwithstanding
the
long
line
of
vehicles
hugging
the
curb
at
a
walk
,
the
whole
lofty
vista
of
the
avenue
seemed
to
lie
open
and
emptied
of
life
in
the
enlarged
impression
of
an
august
solitude
.
Captain
Whalley
had
lifted
his
head
to
look
,
and
his
mind
,
disturbed
in
its
meditation
,
turned
with
wonder
(
as
men
's
minds
will
do
)
to
matters
of
no
importance
.
It
struck
him
that
it
was
to
this
port
,
where
he
had
just
sold
his
last
ship
,
that
he
had
come
with
the
very
first
he
had
ever
owned
,
and
with
his
head
full
of
a
plan
for
opening
a
new
trade
with
a
distant
part
of
the
Archipelago
.
The
then
governor
had
given
him
no
end
of
encouragement
.
No
Excellency
he
--
this
Mr.
Denham
--
this
governor
with
his
jacket
off
;
a
man
who
tended
night
and
day
,
so
to
speak
,
the
growing
prosperity
of
the
settlement
with
the
self-forgetful
devotion
of
a
nurse
for
a
child
she
loves
;
a
lone
bachelor
who
lived
as
in
a
camp
with
the
few
servants
and
his
three
dogs
in
what
was
called
then
the
Government
Bungalow
:
a
low-roofed
structure
on
the
half-cleared
slope
of
a
hill
,
with
a
new
flagstaff
in
front
and
a
police
orderly
on
the
veranda
.
He
remembered
toiling
up
that
hill
under
a
heavy
sun
for
his
audience
;
the
unfurnished
aspect
of
the
cool
shaded
room
;
the
long
table
covered
at
one
end
with
piles
of
papers
,
and
with
two
guns
,
a
brass
telescope
,
a
small
bottle
of
oil
with
a
feather
stuck
in
the
neck
at
the
other
--
and
the
flattering
attention
given
to
him
by
the
man
in
power
.
It
was
an
undertaking
full
of
risk
he
had
come
to
expound
,
but
a
twenty
minutes
'
talk
in
the
Government
Bungalow
on
the
hill
had
made
it
go
smoothly
from
the
start
.
And
as
he
was
retiring
Mr.
Denham
,
already
seated
before
the
papers
,
called
out
after
him
,
"
Next
month
the
Dido
starts
for
a
cruise
that
way
,
and
I
shall
request
her
captain
officially
to
give
you
a
look
in
and
see
how
you
get
on
.
"
The
Dido
was
one
of
the
smart
frigates
on
the
China
station
--
and
five-and-thirty
years
make
a
big
slice
of
time
.
Five-and-thirty
years
ago
an
enterprise
like
his
had
for
the
colony
enough
importance
to
be
looked
after
by
a
Queen
's
ship
.
A
big
slice
of
time
.
Individuals
were
of
some
account
then
.
Men
like
himself
;
men
,
too
,
like
poor
Evans
,
for
instance
,
with
his
red
face
,
his
coal-black
whiskers
,
and
his
restless
eyes
,
who
had
set
up
the
first
patent
slip
for
repairing
small
ships
,
on
the
edge
of
the
forest
,
in
a
lonely
bay
three
miles
up
the
coast
.
Mr.
Denham
had
encouraged
that
enterprise
too
,
and
yet
somehow
poor
Evans
had
ended
by
dying
at
home
deucedly
hard
up
.
His
son
,
they
said
,
was
squeezing
oil
out
of
cocoa-nuts
for
a
living
on
some
God-forsaken
islet
of
the
Indian
Ocean
;
but
it
was
from
that
patent
slip
in
a
lonely
wooded
bay
that
had
sprung
the
workshops
of
the
Consolidated
Docks
Company
,
with
its
three
graving
basins
carved
out
of
solid
rock
,
its
wharves
,
its
jetties
,
its
electric-light
plant
,
its
steam-power
houses
--
with
its
gigantic
sheer-legs
,
fit
to
lift
the
heaviest
weight
ever
carried
afloat
,
and
whose
head
could
be
seen
like
the
top
of
a
queer
white
monument
peeping
over
bushy
points
of
land
and
sandy
promontories
,
as
you
approached
the
New
Harbor
from
the
west
.
There
had
been
a
time
when
men
counted
:
there
were
not
so
many
carriages
in
the
colony
then
,
though
Mr.
Denham
,
he
fancied
,
had
a
buggy
.
And
Captain
Whalley
seemed
to
be
swept
out
of
the
great
avenue
by
the
swirl
of
a
mental
backwash
.
He
remembered
muddy
shores
,
a
harbor
without
quays
,
the
one
solitary
wooden
pier
(
but
that
was
a
public
work
)
jutting
out
crookedly
,
the
first
coal-sheds
erected
on
Monkey
Point
,
that
caught
fire
mysteriously
and
smoldered
for
days
,
so
that
amazed
ships
came
into
a
roadstead
full
of
sulphurous
smoke
,
and
the
sun
hung
blood-red
at
midday
.
He
remembered
the
things
,
the
faces
,
and
something
more
besides
--
like
the
faint
flavor
of
a
cup
quaffed
to
the
bottom
,
like
a
subtle
sparkle
of
the
air
that
was
not
to
be
found
in
the
atmosphere
of
to-day
.
In
this
evocation
,
swift
and
full
of
detail
like
a
flash
of
magnesium
light
into
the
niches
of
a
dark
memorial
hall
,
Captain
Whalley
contemplated
things
once
important
,
the
efforts
of
small
men
,
the
growth
of
a
great
place
,
but
now
robbed
of
all
consequence
by
the
greatness
of
accomplished
facts
,
by
hopes
greater
still
;
and
they
gave
him
for
a
moment
such
an
almost
physical
grip
upon
time
,
such
a
comprehension
of
our
unchangeable
feelings
,
that
he
stopped
short
,
struck
the
ground
with
his
stick
,
and
ejaculated
mentally
,
"
What
the
devil
am
I
doing
here
!
"
He
seemed
lost
in
a
sort
of
surprise
;
but
he
heard
his
name
called
out
in
wheezy
tones
once
,
twice
--
and
turned
on
his
heels
slowly
.
