In this he was both
wrong and foolish, for Miss Sarah Jack--such was her name--was in
many respects a good woman, and was certainly a rich woman. It is
true that she was not a handsome woman, nor a fashionable woman, nor
perhaps altogether an agreeable woman. She was tall, thin, ungainly,
and yellow. Her voice, which she used freely, was harsh. She was a
politician and a patriot. She regarded England as the greatest of
countries, and Jamaica as the greatest of colonies. But much as she
loved England she was very loud in denouncing what she called the
perfidy of the mother to the brightest of her children. And much as
she loved Jamaica she was equally severe in her taunts against those
of her brother-islanders who would not believe that the island might
yet flourish as it had flourished in her father's days.
"It is because you and men like you will not do your duty by your
country," she had said some score of times to Maurice--not with much
justice considering the laboriousness of his life.
But Maurice knew well what she meant. "What could I do there up at
Spanish Town," he would answer, "among such a pack as there are
there? Here I may do something.
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