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We reached the market-place when only a score or two had gathered. A thousand devils! there was not a fish on the slabs. The merry wives were absent. The condition was plain. The Dummy uttered a demoniacal grunt, and shook his head and hands before Lovaina in accusation. She answered him with a movement of her head up and down, which signified acquiescence. "Dummy know," she said mysteriously.
There were paintings of flowers by Lovaina, showing not a little talent and much feeling. All these were the pride of her birthright "Murricaine" fashion, as the hostess said pensively.
Lovaina hugged me to her capacious bosom, the Dummy stroked my back a moment, and I was off for the cannibal isles. A letter from Fragrance of the Jasmine, to Frederick O'Brien, at Sausalito, California: "Ia ora na oe! Maru: "Great sorrow has come to Tahiti. The people die by thousands from a devil sickness, the grippe, or influenza.
Lovaina was only one fourth Tahitian, all the remainder of her racial inheritance being American; but she was all Tahitian in her traits, her simplicity, her devotion to her friends, her catching folly as it flew, and her pride in a new possession. One morning I got up at five o'clock and went to the bath beside the kitchen.
He drank champagne from a bottle, a clear four inches between its neck and his, and not a drop spilled. Lovaina sat on her bench in the porch and marked down the debits: Fat face............3 Roederer.......... New Doctor..........5 champag........... Hair on nose........2 champ............. Willi...............4 pol.............. The electric lights went out.
He was attached to Lovaina as a child to his mother a wayward, jealous, cloudy-minded child, who almost daily broke into fits of anger over incidents misunderstood by his groping mentality, and because of his incommunicable feelings.
She piqued my curiosity, and so when I found him at the round table of the Polonsky-Llewellyn group at the Cercle Bougainville, I looked him over narrowly. His name was Dixon, Lovaina never got a name right, an Englishman, a wanderer, with an Eton schooling, short, solidly built, with a bluff jaw and a keen, blue eye. He was not good-looking.
There were snakeplants, East-India cherries, coffee-bushes, custard-apples, and the hinano, the sweetness of which and of the tiare made heavy the air. I said that we had no flower in America as wonderful in perfume as these. Lovaina stopped her slow, heavy steps. She raised her beautiful, big hand, and arresting my attention, she exclaimed: "You know that ol' hinano!
But I desired to carry with me a type-writer, and mine was out of order. There was no tinker of skill in Papeete, and I had about given up hope of repairs, when Lovaina said: "May be that eye doctor do you. He married one of those girl whose father before ran away with that English ship and Tahiti girls to Pitcairn Island, and get los' there till all chil'ren grow up big.
When he brought me and my belongings from the Tiare, Lovaina came with us. She signed to him to go to the glacerie, the ice- and soda-water factory, to buy ice for the hotel. The Dummy was intensely jealous of new-comers whom Lovaina liked.
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