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They rolled over backward from her and fought for Ngakura's blanket with which to cover their heads. "You might give your old mother a drink of water," the ghost said plaintively. "Give her a drink of water," Tefara commanded in a shaking voice. "Give her a drink of water," Mapuhi passed on the command to Ngakura. And together they kicked out Ngakura from under the blanket.
You heard him yourself ask to see it. I had not told him. He knew. Somebody else told him. And I owed him the money." "Mapuhi is a fool," mimicked Ngakura. She was twelve years old and did not know any better. Mapuhi relieved his feelings by sending her reeling from a box on the ear; while Tefara and Nauri burst into tears and continued to upbraid him after the manner of women.
Mapuhi looked fear and reproach at his wife. It was her voice that had betrayed them. "And since when has Mapuhi, my son, denied his old mother?" the voice went on. "No, no, I have not Mapuhi has not denied you," he cried. "I am not Mapuhi. He is on the east end of the lagoon, I tell you." Ngakura sat up in bed and began to cry. The matting started to shake. "What are you doing?" Mapuhi demanded.
And Raoul listened again to the tale of the house. Several hours he spent in the endeavor to hammer the house obsession out of Mapuhi's mind; but Mapuhi's mother and wife, and Ngakura, Mapuhi's daughter, bolstered him in his resolve for the house.
The height of the hurricane endured from eleven at night till three in the morning, and it was at eleven that the tree in which clung Mapuhi and his women snapped off. Mapuhi rose to the surface of the lagoon, still clutching his daughter Ngakura. Only a South Sea islander could have lived in such a driving smother.
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