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"Oh, Seth, I'm so sorry!" she cried, in anything but a penitent tone, "but just as I was starting Wana came up with a note for you, and I'm afraid we stopped and talked, and you know what a dozy old mare Hesper is, and she just went slower than ever, and I hadn't the heart to whack her, she's such a dear, tame old thing, and so I'm ever so late, and I'm afraid your dinner's all spoiled, and you'll be horribly angry."
Her smile was still wreathing her pretty features when he finally headed away for the trail. It became more and more tender as horse and rider receded, and at last she turned away with a sigh. "I wonder what he'd say if he knew what I've promised Wana?" she said to herself. Then she laughed a sudden, wilful laugh as she remembered that she hadn't given him her letter.
And at that moment I would pity the tall ship if I might; but a man may feel pity who sits in comfort by his fireside telling tales in the winter no pity are they permitted ever to feel who do the work of the gods; and so when I have brought her circling from round my shoulders to my waist and thence, with her masts all sloping inwards, to my knees, and lower still and downwards till her topmast pennants flutter against my ankles, then I, Nooz Wana, Whelmer of Ships, lift up my feet and trample her beams asunder, and there go up again to the surface of the Straits only a few broken timbers and the memories of the sailors and of their early loves to drift for ever down the empty seas.
She much angry with Seth. She say Seth always always look for find her white folks. She not want them these white folks. She love Seth. For her he is the world. So. She say Seth angry, and want her go away. Wana listen. Wana laugh inside. Wana love too. Seth good. He love her much much. Then she say she think Seth find these white folks." "Seth has found Rosebud's folk?"
Therefore she was in nowise surprised when, a few minutes later, she heard a bright, girlish voice hailing her from without. "Wana, Wana!" The tone was delightfully imperious. "Why don't you have some place to tie a horse to?" It was Rosebud. Wanaha had expected her, for it was the anniversary of her coming to White River Farm, and the day Ma Sampson had allotted for her birthday.
"If you go before we've finished," Trent said, "I'll not pay you a penny. Please yourself." The little fat man trembled partly with rage, partly with fear. "You stay any longer," he said, "and King him send after you and kill on way home. White English soldiers go Buckomari with you?" Trent shook his head. "Going the other way," he said, "down to Wana Hill." Oom Sam shook his head vigorously.
Isn't she a dear?" "Sure. Guess you like dress fixin's." "Love them." "Most gals do, I reckon." "Well, you see, Seth, most girls love to look nice. Mrs. Rankin, even, says that she'd give the world to get hold of a good dressmaker, and she's married. Do you know even Wana likes pretty things, and that's just what I'd like to talk to you about.
Below those four are also these branches and mouths of Orenoque, which fall into the east sea, whereof the first is Araturi, the next Amacura, the third Barima, the fourth Wana, the fifth Morooca, the sixth Paroma, the last Wijmi. Beyond them there fall out of the land between Orenoque and Amazons fourteen rivers, which I forbear to name, inhabited by the Arwacas and Cannibals.
The woman's eyes smiled into his, and she eagerly set the food on a table made of packing cases. Steyne began at once. He was thoughtful while he ate. But after a while he looked up, and there was a peculiar gleam in his blue eyes as they rested on the warm, rich features of his willing slave. "Pretty poor sort of place this," he said. "It's not good enough for you, my Wana."
The black eyes looked straight into the blue ones, and the latter shifted to the table on which the woman's loving hands had carefully set the necessaries for supper. "Tell me," she said simply, "you who are clever maybe I help." "That's just it, my Wana. I believe you can. You have a keen brain. You always help me." Nevil relapsed into silence, and bit nervously at his thumb nail.
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