She was aware of people—her aunt, her father, her fellow-students, friends, and neighbors— moving about outside this glowing secret, very much as an actor is aware of the dim audience beyond the barrier of the footlights. I’ve seen him, and he doesn’t a bit understand. You mustn’t go clawing after a man that doesn’t belong to you—that isn’t even interested in you. The clever hostess having let fall that several distinguished guests from France would be present, the world had flocked to her doors to catch, like the gossip-hungry vultures they were, a glimpse of them. Her voice was soft and singularly musical; but from time to time she uttered old-fashioned words which forced him to grope mentally. ” “Perhaps not,” she answered. The Kanaka— which means man—is a Sandwich Islander, with a Malayan base.
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