The Man Who Did the Right Thing: A RomanceJohnston, Harry
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The Man Who Did the Right Thing: A Romance
Johnston, Harry
British -- Africa, East -- Fiction; Missions -- Tanzania -- Fiction
Roger, left alone with Lucy, resolved he would "do the right thing,"
clenched his teeth so to speak on the vow. He was the more fiercely
determined to act honourably because he felt himself to be fighting
against her own weakness of fibre, against her overpowering inclination
as well as his own. Her attractiveness for him had greatly increased
since the renewal of their comradeship. In the early days of the
acquaintance, though her prettiness and virginal charm were appealing,
she had the naïveté and insipidity of an inexperienced girl which soon
weary a man of the world who tires of the relation between master and
pupil. Now she was a married woman; tempered, rendered more subtle by
suffering and experience of mankind, who was readier to express her
feelings through her eyes and her reticence than by direct speech. She
talked less unreflectingly, and the things she said were more due to her
own observation and reasoning than second-hand opinions picked up from
other people.
Ann, in the week in which he had seen the two women together, had been
just the right foil to throw up Lucy’s charming femininity, her
refinement in dress and appearance and in the tones of her voice. Ann
by contrast was an impudent self-assertive virago with the worth at best
of a good drudge. After a year and a half’s absence from Europe he made
this rediscovery of Lucy, set against a background of Savage
Africa—coarse landscapes, jagged rocks, unwieldy trees, bush
conflagrations, naked men, wild beasts just kept at bay. (On moonlight
nights they could actually descry the grey-white forms of lions and
hyenas padding noiselessly round the precincts of their boma.) These
violent incongruities made her seem to him a being of exquisite
refinement and yet of physical charm. Returning health, intense
happiness, the dawning hope of a bright future were dispelling the
anæmia and giving back to her face and neck the tinted white of a
healthy skin, warmed in tone by a good circulation. There was a sparkle
of animation in her violet eyes and a new lustre in her brown gold hair.
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