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To walk again amongst those men who yesterday were ready to crawl before me, and then feel on my back the sting of their pitying or satisfied smiles--no! I can't.

I would rather hide from them at the bottom of the sea," he went on, with resolute energy.

"I don't think, Captain Lingard," he added, more quietly, "I don't think that you realize what my position was there." In a wide sweep of his hand he took in the sleeping shore from north to south, as if wishing it a proud and threatening good-bye.