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Her may I never wed, her may I look upon no longer, her may I no more handle with my loving hand; and it is for this, it is for you, O Kokua! that I pour my lamentations!” Now you are to observe what sort of a man Keawe was, for he might have dwelt there in the Bright House for years, and no one been the wiser of his sickness; but he reckoned nothing of that, if he must lose Kokua.
What!” he thought, “would I beard the devil once, only to get me a house, and not face him again to win Kokua?” Thereupon he called to mind it was the next day the Hall went by on her return to Honolulu. “There must I go first,” he thought, “and see Lopaka. For the best hope that I have now is to find that same bottle I was so pleased to be rid of.”
It is my hand resists, my flesh shrinks back from the accursed thing. One moment only!" The old man looked upon Kokua kindly. "Poor child!" said he, "you fear; your soul misgives you. Well, let me keep it. I am old, and can never more be happy in this world, and as for the next " "Give it me!" gasped Kokua. "There is your money. Do you think I am so base as that? Give me the bottle."
“I have been drinking all day and making merry,” said Keawe. “I have been with good companions, and now I only come back for money, and return to drink and carouse with them again.” Both his face and voice were as stern as judgment, but Kokua was too troubled to observe. “You do well to use your own, my husband,” said she, and her words trembled.
It was judged the most wise to hire a house, which they did accordingly, opposite the British Consul’s, to make a great parade of money, and themselves conspicuous with carriages and horses. This it was very easy to do, so long as they had the bottle in their possession; for Kokua was more bold than Keawe, and, whenever she had a mind, called on the imp for twenty or a hundred dollars.
Come, my Keawe! kiss me, and banish care. Kokua will defend you.” “Gift of God!” he cried. “I cannot think that God will punish me for desiring aught so good! Be it as you will, then; take me where you please: I put my life and my salvation in your hands.” Early the next day Kokua was about her preparations.
“I thought I knew everyone in this country,” said he. “How comes it that I do not know you?” “I am Kokua, daughter of Kiano,” said the girl, “and I have just returned from Oahu. Who are you?” “I will tell you who I am in a little,” said Keawe, dismounting from his horse, “but not now.
The town slept, and she knew not whither to turn till she heard one coughing in the shadow of the trees. "Old man," said Kokua, "what do you here abroad in the cold night?" The old man could scarce express himself for coughing, but she made out that he was old and poor, and a stranger in the island. "Will you do me a service?" said Kokua.
They would sit at night in their new house, after a day's weariness, and not exchange one word, or the silence would be broken by Kokua bursting suddenly into sobs. Sometimes they would pray together; sometimes they would have the bottle out upon the floor, and sit all evening watching how the shadow hovered in the midst. At such times they would be afraid to go to rest.
"God bless you, child," said the old man. Kokua concealed the bottle under her holoku, said farewell to the old man, and walked off along the avenue, she cared not whither. For all roads were now the same to her, and led equally to hell. Sometimes she walked, and sometimes ran; sometimes she screamed out loud in the night, and sometimes lay by the wayside in the dust and wept.
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