It is not the woman who speaks there. "Let us sit here," she said, indicating the white sand bordering the lagoon; "and in a minute or two you will see something quite wonderful. ' Will that do?" "It will," replied Trenchard. ’ ‘But he gives them to me. It now came to him with an added thrill how well she had told her story; simply and directly, no skipping, no wandering hither and yon: from the first hour she could remember, to the night she had fled in the proa, a clear sustained narrative. It is no good going into that. She got a bun and some cocoa in the little refreshment-room, and then wandered through the galleries up-stairs, crowded with Polynesian idols and Polynesian dancinggarments, and all the simple immodest accessories to life in Polynesia, to a seat among the mummies. "Let me see the earth thrown over her," implored Jack; "and take me where you please. ” “You’ll get them,” he said. Was she so bad a prospect? ‘No good, Melusine,’ said a new voice from the doorway. But this was not a season in which to be needlessly scrupulous. I've my own reasons for disliking this job.
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