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The girl looked up, and in an instant her face, wet with tears, was laid against his breast. Still caressing the dark head that lay upon his chest, Brantley stooped and whispered something. The little tattooed hand released its clasp of his arm and struck him a playful blow. "And would that bind thee more to me, and to the ways of these our people of Vahitahi," she asked, with still buried face.
I knew him to be honorable and conscientious, and to have a great deal of sensitive pride. A few days afterwards, while passing the pleasant home where Brantley had been residing, I saw a bill up, giving notice that the house was for sale. A few days later I met him on the street. He did not see me.
"Aye," answered the ex-captain slowly, "for I have none but thee in the world to care for." She turned her face up. "Is there none not even one woman in far-off Beretania, whose face comes to thee in the darkness." Brantley shook his head sadly. Of course there was Doris, he thought, but he had never spoken of her.
He kissed her silently, and then in five minutes more they had said farewell to Latham, and were on their way to the schooner. The crew soon knew from him what had happened, and Rua Manu, with his big eyes filled with a wondering pity as he looked at the frail body and white face of Doris lying on the skylight, wore the schooner's head round to the south-west at a sign from Brantley.
"I came to spend two weeks with you, dear Mrs. Brantley, and I have spent a month who ever did leave The Willows when they meant to do so? but I really must be thinking of taking flight. Suppose we get up a party for the White Sulphur? it is always so tiresome to go away by one's self. Who will join it? Eleanor, will you?"
Brantley, as he leant over the rail and watched the swirl and eddy of the creamy phosphorescence that hissed and bubbled under the vessel's stern, felt well satisfied. "Look, Paranili, that is Tatakoto, the place I have told thee of, where the turtle makes the white beach to look black. Would it not be well for us to take some home to Vahitahi?"
Suddenly the song ceased, and with a quick movement of her shoulders she threw back the cloud of hair that fell around her arms and bosom, looked up at Brantley and laughed, and, striking the mat on which she sat with her open palm, said He rose from the couch and stooped beside her, with his hands resting on his knees, and bending his brow in mock criticism, regarded her handiwork intently.
The poor whites, Johnson and Jones, ran home to see to their homesteads, and were better friends than ever to Prophet Nat. He never was a Baptist preacher, though such vocation has often been attributed to him. The impression arose from his having immersed himself, during one of his periods of special enthusiasm, together with a poor white man named Brantley.
"TRIPPED again!" "Who?" "Brantley." "Poor fellow! He has a hard time of it. Is he all the way down?" "I presume so. When he begins to fall, he usually gets to the bottom of the ladder." It was true; Brantley had tripped again; and was down.
Motioning to the seamen to remain outside, Brantley entered the crumbling walls of the old heathen MARAE. At the far end was a little screen of coconut boughs. He stooped down and went in. A few minutes passed, and then his hand was thrust out between the branches as a sign for them to follow. One by one they came and sat beside Brantley, who held the wasted figure of the wanderer in his arms.
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