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Updated: June 22, 2025
A handsome chap Martinez was, an Andalusian from Huelva, slender and trim of person, natty as could be in the old service uniform which he sported with a truly martial swagger, twirling the corner of his blond mustache with an air that people called "distinguished." Siñá Tona admired the man. After all, breeding will come out! You can tell it a mile away. How Martinez talked, for instance!
Of the subsequent scene, distressful in its unbridled passion, she preferred not to think, instinctively aware that the memory of it would only bring disenchantment. There was a knock at the door. "Who is there?" asked Sina, looking up. Sanine plainly saw her white, soft neck. "Here's a letter for you," cried the boy outside. Sina rose and opened the door.
To Sanine it seemed as if they were entering a land of faerie, far removed from all men, outside the pale of human law and reason. "What a lovely night!" exclaimed Sina. "Lovely, isn't it?" replied Sanine in an undertone. All at once, she burst out laughing.
When in bed, after vain efforts to sleep, his thoughts reverted to Lialia and Riasantzeff. "Why am I so indignant because Lialia is not Riasantzeff's only love?" To this question he could find no reply. Suddenly the image of Sina Karsavina rose up before him, soothing his heated senses.
Then as behind him he heard steps rapidly approaching, and the rustling of a dress, he knew, without looking round, that it was she, and in an ecstasy of passionate desire he trembled at the thought of the coming crisis. Sina stood still beside him, breathing hard. Delighted at his own audacity, Yourii caught her in his strong arms, and carried her down to the grassy slope beneath.
Sina Karsavina paid no attention, but opened the window facing the garden, and, folding her arms, leaned over the sill and looked out at the night. At first she could distinguish nothing, but gradually out of the gloom the dark trees emerged, and she saw the light on the garden-fence and the grass. A soft, refreshing breeze fanned her shoulders and lightly touched her hair.
At the full of the moon young Samoa still looks up, and traces the features of Sina, the face of the child, and the board and mallet, in verification of the old story. The moon was the timekeeper of the year. The year was divided into twelve lunar months, and each month was known by a name in common use all over the group.
"Her very self!" replied Sina gaily, as she caught up her dress and jumped lightly over a hole. Yourii was glad that she, this merry, handsome girl, had come, and he greeted her with laughing eyes. "Let us go on," said Sina shyly. Yourii obediently advanced. No thoughts of danger troubled him now, and he was specially careful to light the way for his companion.
In silence they advanced to the edge of the slope, aware that they ought to do something, to say something, yet feeling all the while that they had not sufficient courage. Then Sina raised her head, when, unexpectedly yet quite simply and naturally, her lips met Yourii's. She trembled and grew pale as he gently embraced her, and for the first time felt her warm, supple body in his arms.
These are his sisters too, and I've been ill-using them. etc. Sina reproached herself: "Oh! I fear these ladies; I knew not they were seeking a wife for their brother Maluafiti. etc. "Come, oh come," said Sina, "forgive me, I've done you wrong." Sina begged pardon in vain, the ladies were angry still. etc. The canoe of Maluafiti arrived.
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