The place grew hateful to me.

I felt that I must get away from it or I should go mad.
One afternoon Bastin arrived carrying a book and in a state of high indignation.

This work, written, as he said, by some ribald traveller, grossly traduced the character of missionaries to the South Sea Islands, especially of those of the Society to which he subscribed, and he threw it on the table in his righteous wrath.

Bickley picked it up and opened it at a photograph of a very pretty South Sea Island girl clad in a few flowers and nothing else, which he held towards Bastin, saying: "Is it to this child of Nature that you object?
I call her distinctly attractive, though perhaps she does wear her hibiscus blooms with a difference to our women--a little lower down." "The devil is always attractive," replied Bastin gloomily.

"Child of Nature indeed! I call her Child of Sin.