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Updated: May 15, 2025
We dropped in one evening, and found the ladies at home. My long friend engaged his favourites, the two younger girls, at the game of "Now," or hunting a stone under three piles of tappa. For myself, I lounged on a mat with Ideea the eldest, dallying with her grass fan, and improving my knowledge of Tahitian. The occasion was well adapted to my purpose, and I began.
She repeated this to Cornelia and Adela as an accusation, and then burst on "My heart's just breakin' for ye, and ye shall naver want bread, eh! and roast beef, and my last bottle of Port ye'll share, though ye've no ideea what a lot o' thoughts o' poor Chump's under that cork, and it'll be a waste on you. Oh! and that monster of a Mr.
"And he said," she cried out in her lonely room "he said, 'Martha, ye've onnly to come and be known to 'm, and then they'll take to the ideea. And wasn't I a patient creature! And it's Pole that's turned Pole!" Varied with the frequent 'Oh! and 'Augh! these dramatic monologues occupied her time while the yacht was sailing for her Devon bay.
She repeated this to Cornelia and Adela as an accusation, and then burst on "My heart's just breakin' for ye, and ye shall naver want bread, eh! and roast beef, and my last bottle of Port ye'll share, though ye've no ideea what a lot o' thoughts o' poor Chump's under that cork, and it'll be a waste on you. Oh! and that monster of a Mr.
This done, her whole air changed in an instant; and she gave me to understand, by unmistakable gestures, that in certain other respects she was not exactly a "mickonaree." In short, Ideea was "A sad good Christian at the heart A very heathen in the carnal part."
"Ah, Ideea, mickonaree oee?" the same as drawling out "By the bye, Miss Ideea, do you belong to the church?" "Yes, me mickonaree," was the reply. But the assertion was at once qualified by certain, reservations; so curious that I cannot forbear their relation. In the same way, and with similar exclamations, she touched her eyes and hands.
"And he said," she cried out in her lonely room "he said, 'Martha, ye've onnly to come and be known to 'm, and then they'll take to the ideea. And wasn't I a patient creature! And it's Pole that's turned Pole!" Varied with the frequent 'Oh! and 'Augh! these dramatic monologues occupied her time while the yacht was sailing for her Devon bay.
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