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There
was
something
immensely
forcible
in
the
way
she
spoke
.
She
was
no
longer
the
meek
,
soft
native
girl
,
but
a
determined
woman
.
She
was
extraordinarily
transformed
.
"
Why
shouldst
thou
stay
with
me
?
Thou
canst
go
back
to
Papeete
,
and
thou
wilt
soon
find
another
white
man
.
The
old
woman
can
take
care
of
thy
children
,
and
Tiare
will
be
glad
to
have
thee
back
.
"
"
Thou
art
my
man
and
I
am
thy
woman
.
Whither
thou
goest
I
will
go
,
too
.
"
For
a
moment
Strickland
’
s
fortitude
was
shaken
,
and
a
tear
filled
each
of
his
eyes
and
trickled
slowly
down
his
cheeks
.
Then
he
gave
the
sardonic
smile
which
was
usual
with
him
.
"
Women
are
strange
little
beasts
,
"
he
said
to
Dr
.
Coutras
.
"
You
can
treat
them
like
dogs
,
you
can
beat
them
till
your
arm
aches
,
and
still
they
love
you
.
"
He
shrugged
his
shoulders
.
"
Of
course
,
it
is
one
of
the
most
absurd
illusions
of
Christianity
that
they
have
souls
.
"
"
What
is
it
that
thou
art
saying
to
the
doctor
?
"
asked
Ata
suspiciously
.
"
Thou
wilt
not
go
?
"
"
If
it
please
thee
I
will
stay
,
poor
child
.
"
Ata
flung
herself
on
her
knees
before
him
,
and
clasped
his
legs
with
her
arms
and
kissed
them
.
Strickland
looked
at
Dr
.
Coutras
with
a
faint
smile
.
"
In
the
end
they
get
you
,
and
you
are
helpless
in
their
hands
.
White
or
brown
,
they
are
all
the
same
.
"
