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He completed the sentence and the tale by burying his face in the down-tilted mouth of the condensed milk can and by gurgling the corrosive drink down his throat in thirsty gulps. After an appropriate pause, Chauncey Delarouse, otherwise Whiskers, took up the tale.
"But she was coy, and ever she fluttered near to me but never near enough. When my arm went out to her to girdle her, presto, she was not there. I knew, as never before, nor since, the thousand dear and delightful anguishes of love frustrated but ever resilient and beckoned on by the very goddess of love." "Some vocabulary," Bruce Cadogan Cavendish muttered in aside to Chauncey Delarouse.
"I did not seem quite to catch it." "Delarouse, Chauncey Delarouse. The name will serve as well as any." Both completed the handshake and glanced to Slim. "Oh, well, while we're about it . . . " Fatty urged. "Bruce Cadogan Cavendish," Slim growled morosely. "Go on, Percival, with your princesses and the roofs of kings."
To the westward it was fierce funny little black kinky- heads, man-eaters the last Jack of them, and the jackpot fat and spilling over with wealth " "Jack-pots?" Fatty queried. At sight of an irritable movement, he added: "You see, I never got over to the West like Delarouse and you." "They're all head-hunters. Heads are valuable, especially a white man's head.
I've never been able to look a confectioner's window in the face since. Now I'm not strong on religion like Chauncey Delarouse there, but I have some primitive ideas; and my concept of hell is an illimitable coconut plantation, stocked with cases of square-face and populated by ship-wrecked mariners. Funny? It must make the devil scream.
"No man of your build and make-up could have escaped them," Fatty wheedled. "And what of it?" Slim snarled. "It's no reason for a gentleman to boast of amorous triumphs." "Oh, go on, be a good fellow," Fatty urged. "The night's still young. We've still some drink left. Delarouse and I have contributed our share. It isn't often that three real ones like us get together for a telling.
And I could back-dive with a once- over and go in feet-first from eighty feet above the surface " "Quit it, delete it, cease it," Chauncey Delarouse admonished testily. "Tell of the Princess. That's what makes old blood leap again. Almost can I see her. Was she wonderful?" Percival Delaney kissed unutterable affirmation. "I have said she was a mermaid. She was.
"But you were the only person left, and there wasn't any princess . . . " Whiskers cried out abruptly, and then let his voice trail away to embarrassed silence. Slim stared unblinkingly into the fire. Percival Delaney and Chauncey Delarouse looked at each other. Quietly, in solemn silence, each with his one arm aided the one arm of the other in rolling and tying his bundle.
And among the Polynesians the royal women have equal right with the men to rule. In fact, they trace their genealogies always by the female line." To this both Chauncey Delarouse and Bruce Cadogan Cavendish nodded prompt affirmation.
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