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Tiare
,
when
I
told
her
this
story
,
praised
my
prudence
,
and
for
a
few
minutes
we
worked
in
silence
,
for
we
were
shelling
peas
.
Then
her
eyes
,
always
alert
for
the
affairs
of
her
kitchen
,
fell
on
some
action
of
the
Chinese
cook
which
aroused
her
violent
disapproval
.
She
turned
on
him
with
a
torrent
of
abuse
.
The
Chink
was
not
backward
to
defend
himself
,
and
a
very
lively
quarrel
ensued
.
They
spoke
in
the
native
language
,
of
which
I
had
learnt
but
half
a
dozen
words
,
and
it
sounded
as
though
the
world
would
shortly
come
to
an
end
;
but
presently
peace
was
restored
and
Tiare
gave
the
cook
a
cigarette
.
They
both
smoked
comfortably
.
"
Do
you
know
,
it
was
I
who
found
him
his
wife
?
"
said
Tiare
suddenly
,
with
a
smile
that
spread
all
over
her
immense
face
.
"
The
cook
?
"
"
No
,
Strickland
.
"
"
But
he
had
one
already
.
"
"
That
is
what
he
said
,
but
I
told
him
she
was
in
England
,
and
England
is
at
the
other
end
of
the
world
.
"
"
True
,
"
I
replied
.
"
He
would
come
to
Papeete
every
two
or
three
months
,
when
he
wanted
paints
or
tobacco
or
money
,
and
then
he
would
wander
about
like
a
lost
dog
.
I
was
sorry
for
him
.
I
had
a
girl
here
then
called
Ata
to
do
the
rooms
;
she
was
some
sort
of
a
relation
of
mine
,
and
her
father
and
mother
were
dead
,
so
I
had
her
to
live
with
me
.
Strickland
used
to
come
here
now
and
then
to
have
a
square
meal
or
to
play
chess
with
one
of
the
boys
.
I
noticed
that
she
looked
at
him
when
he
came
,
and
I
asked
her
if
she
liked
him
.
She
said
she
liked
him
well
enough
.
You
know
what
these
girls
are
;
they
’
re
always
pleased
to
go
with
a
white
man
.
"
"
Was
she
a
native
?
"
I
asked
.
"
Yes
;
she
hadn
’
t
a
drop
of
white
blood
in
her
.
