The little whitewashed mission church was filled to overflowing. The Duchess had rarely in her life felt at a loss, but the air of the gathering made her nervous. There was a Sabbatical hush in the audience, which suggested a religious service, but none of the accessories of church were present. Mr Macdowall entered and sat down on the chair commonly reserved for the choirmaster, where he proceeded to take snuff and gaze at the audience through benevolent spectacles. Then came Carey, who ascended the small pulpit, cleared away a Bible and a water–bottle which stood on the book–board, and, standing erect with his hands in his pockets, thus addressed his hearers— "This is not a service, so we need waste no time in preliminaries. I have asked you to come here to–day because I wanted to meet
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