“This is mere nonsense, mere tongue-tied fear!” she said. "I wonder how she picked up Kanaka? On her island they don't talk Kanaka lingo. Russell trouble, a good lot of trouble. At the recollection that it was his, she seemed to fall through a thin surface, as one might fall through the crust of a lava into glowing depths. And, whatever you may think, I assure you, Jack's a downright goodnatured fellow. "I won't trouble you further, Jack," he remarked. “Tell me,” she insisted, “why you look like that. "But, I should think, after the specimen you've just given of your amiable disposition, no person would be likely to saddle himself with such an incumbrance. That night she found a ship bound to sail for the heathen nation called America. The pole-chair caravan resumed its journey. My mother died the day I was born; that’s what they tell me.
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