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shut my eyes； and lay quite still； in order to escape conversing with them； and they spoke to one another。 'Ah； poor lamb；' Kate said trivially； 'he's not long for this world； going home to Jesus； he is；in a jiffy； I should say by the look of 'un。' But Susan answered： 'Not so。 I dreamed about 'un； and I know for sure that he is to be spared for missionary service。' 'Missionary service？' repeated Kate； impressed。 'Yes；' Susan went on； with solemn emphasis； 'he'll bleed for his Lord in heathen parts； that's what the future have in store for 'im。' When they were gone； I beat upon the coverlid with my fists； and I determined that whatever happened； I would not； not； not； go out to preach the Gospel among horrid； tropical niggers。
CHAPTER VII
IN the history of an infancy so cloistered and uniform as mine； such a real adventure as my being publicly and successfully kidnapped cannot be overlooked。 There were several 'innocents' in our village harmless eccentrics who had more or less unquestionably crossed the barrier which divides the sane from the insane。 They were not discouraged by public opinion； indeed； several of them were favoured beings； suspected by my Father of exaggerating their mental density in order to escape having to work； like dogs； who； as we all know； could speak as well as we do； were they not afraid of being made to fetch and carry。 Miss Mary Flaw was not one of these imbeciles。 She was what the French call a detraquee； she had enjoyed good intelligence and an active mind； but her wits had left the rails and were careening about the country。 Miss Flaw was the daughter of a retired Baptist minister； and she lived； with I remember not what relations； in a little solitary house high up at Barton Cross； whither Mary Grace and I would sometimes struggle when our pastoral duties were over。 In later years； when I met with those celebrated verses in which the philosopher expresses the hope
In the downhill of life； when I find I'm declining； May my lot no less fortunate be Than a snug elbow…chair can afford for reclining； And a cot that o'erlooks the wide sea
my thoughts returned instinctively； and they still return； to the high abode of Miss Flaw。 There was a porch at her door； both for shelter and shade； and it was covered with jasmine； but the charm of the place was a summer…house close by； containing a table； encrusted with cowry…shells； and seats from which one saw the distant waters of the bay。 At the entrance to this grotto there was always set a 'snug elbow…chair'； destined； I suppose； for the Rev。 Mr。 Flaw； or else left there in pious memory of him； since I cannot recollect whether he was alive or dead。
I delighted in these visits to Mary Flaw。 She always received us with effusion； tripping forward to meet us； and leading us； each by a hand held high； with a dancing movement which I thought infinitely graceful； to the cowry…shell bower； where she would regale us with Devonshire cream and with small hard biscuits that were like pebbles。 The conversation of Mary Flaw was a great treat to me。 I enjoyed its irregularities； its waywardness； it was like a tune that wandered into several keys。 As Mary Grace Burmington put it； one never knew what dear Mary Flaw would say next； and that she did not herself know added to the charm。 She had become crazed； poor thing； in consequence of a disappointment in love； but of course I did not know that； nor that she was crazed at all。 I thought her brilliant and original； and I liked her very much。 In the light of coming events； it would be affectation were I to pretend that she did not feel a similar partiality for me。
Miss Flaw was； from the first； devoted to my Father's ministrations； and it was part of our odd village indulgence that no one ever dreamed of preventing her from coming to the Room。 On Sunday evenings the bulk of the audience was arranged on forms； with backs to them； set in the middle of the floor； with a passage round them； while other forms were placed against the walls。 My Father preached from a lectern； facing the audience。 If darkness came on in the course of the service； Richard Moxhay； glimmering in his cream…white corduroys； used to go slowly around； lighting groups of tallow candles by the help of a box of lucifers。 Mary Flaw always assumed the place of honour； on the left extremity of the front bench； immediately opposite my Father。 Miss Marks and Mary Grace； with me ensconced and almost buried between them； occupied the right of the same bench。 While the lighting proceeded； Miss Flaw used to direct it from her seat； silently； by pointing out to Moxhay； who took no notice； what groups of candles he should light next。 She did this just as the clown in the circus directs the grooms how to move the furniture； and Moxhay paid no more attention to her than the grooms do to the clown。 Miss Flaw had another peculiarity： she silently went through a service exactly similar to ours； but much briefer。 The course of our evening service was this： My Father prayed； and we all knelt down； then he gave out a hymn and most of us stood up to sing； then he preached for about an hour； while we sat and listened； then a hymn again； then prayer and the valediction。
Mary Flaw went through this ritual； but on a smaller scale。 We all knelt down together； but when we rose from our knees； Miss Flaw was already standing up； and was pretending； without a sound； to sing a hymn； in the midst of our hymn； she sat down； opened her Bible； found a text； and then leaned back； her eyes fixed in space； listening to an imaginary sermon which our own real one soon caught up； and coincided with for about three… quarters of an hour。 Then； while our sermon went peacefully on； Miss Flaw would rise； and sing in silence （if I am permitted to use such an expression） her own visionary hymn； then she would kneel down and pray； then rise； collect her belongings； and sweep； in fairy majesty； out of the chapel； my Father still rounding his periods from the pulpit。 Nobody ever thought of preventing these movements； or of checking the poor creature in her innocent flightiness； until the evening of the great event。
It was all my own fault。 Mary Flaw had finished her imaginary service earlier than usual。 She had stood up alone with her hymn… book before her； she had flung herself on her knees alone； in the attitude of devotion； she had risen； she had seated herself for a moment to put on her gloves； and to collect her Bible； her hymn… book and her pocket…handkerchief in her reticule。 She was ready to start； and she looked around her with a pleasant air； my Father； all undisturbed； booming away meanwhile over our heads。 I know not why the manoeuvres of Miss Flaw especially attracted me that evening； but I leaned out across Miss Marks and I caught Miss Flaw's eye。 She nodded； I nodded； and the amazing deed was done； I hardly know how。 Miss Flaw； with incredible swiftness； flew along the line； plucked me by the coat…collar from between my paralysed protectresses； darted with me down the chapel and out into the dark； before anyone had time to say 'Jack Robinson'。
My Father gazed from the pulpit and the stream of exhortation withered on his lips。 No one in the body of the audience stirred； no