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"Did you ever hear of Lucy Mokunui?" he asked. "Lucy Mokunui?" I repeated, haunted by some familiar association. I shook my head. "It seems to me I've heard the name, but I've forgotten it." "Never heard of Lucy Mokunui! The Hawaiian nightingale! I beg your pardon. Of course you are a malahini, and could not be expected to know.
I was thoroughly aware that in life we are in the midst of death but to be in the midst of living death, to die and not be dead, to be one of that draft of creatures that once were men, aye, and women, like Lucy Mokunui, the epitome of all Polynesian charms, an artist as well, and well beloved of men . I am afraid I must have betrayed my perturbation, for Doctor Georges hastened to assure me that they were very happy down in the settlement.
Kersdale and McVeigh were still at the other end of the wharf, talking earnestly politics, of course, for both were head- over-heels in that particular game. When Lucy Mokunui passed me, I stole a look at her. She was beautiful. She was beautiful by our standards, as well one of those rare blossoms that occur but once in generations. And she, of all women, was doomed to Molokai.
Well, Lucy Mokunui was the best beloved of Honolulu of all Hawaii, for that matter." "You say was," I interrupted. "And I mean it. She is finished." He shrugged his shoulders pityingly. "A dozen haoles I beg your pardon, white men have lost their hearts to her at one time or another. And I'm not counting in the ruck. The dozen I refer to were haoles of position and prominence."
"The poor old tramp explains his poor old ulcers; Life is, I think, a blunder and a shame." I recoiled from my own future. If this awful fate fell to Lucy Mokunui, what might my lot not be? or anybody's lot?
"That's her mother," Doctor Georges whispered, indicating an old woman next to me, who was rocking back and forth and gazing at the steamer rail out of tear-blinded eyes. I noticed that Lucy Mokunui was also wailing. She stopped abruptly and gazed at Kersdale. Then she stretched forth her arms in that adorable, sensuous way that Olga Nethersole has of embracing an audience.
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