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Then
at
last
she
smiled
,
and
there
was
in
her
eyes
a
look
of
superhuman
love
.
Dr
.
Coutras
was
startled
by
it
,
and
amazed
.
And
he
was
awed
.
He
found
nothing
to
say
.
"
He
is
my
man
,
"
she
said
.
"
Where
is
your
other
child
?
"
he
asked
.
"
When
I
was
here
last
you
had
two
.
"
"
Yes
;
it
died
.
We
buried
it
under
the
mango
.
"
When
Ata
had
gone
with
him
a
little
way
she
said
she
must
turn
back
.
Dr
.
Coutras
surmised
she
was
afraid
to
go
farther
in
case
she
met
any
of
the
people
from
the
village
.
He
told
her
again
that
if
she
wanted
him
she
had
only
to
send
and
he
would
come
at
once
.
Then
two
years
more
went
by
,
or
perhaps
three
,
for
time
passes
imperceptibly
in
Tahiti
,
and
it
is
hard
to
keep
count
of
it
;
but
at
last
a
message
was
brought
to
Dr
.
Coutras
that
Strickland
was
dying
.
Ata
had
waylaid
the
cart
that
took
the
mail
into
Papeete
,
and
besought
the
man
who
drove
it
to
go
at
once
to
the
doctor
.
But
the
doctor
was
out
when
the
summons
came
,
and
it
was
evening
when
he
received
it
.
It
was
impossible
to
start
at
so
late
an
hour
,
and
so
it
was
not
till
next
day
soon
after
dawn
that
he
set
out
.
He
arrived
at
Taravao
,
and
for
the
last
time
tramped
the
seven
kilometres
that
led
to
Ata
’
s
house
.
The
path
was
overgrown
,
and
it
was
clear
that
for
years
now
it
had
remained
all
but
untrodden
.
It
was
not
easy
to
find
the
way
.
Sometimes
he
had
to
stumble
along
the
bed
of
the
stream
,
and
sometimes
he
had
to
push
through
shrubs
,
dense
and
thorny
;
often
he
was
obliged
to
climb
over
rocks
in
order
to
avoid
the
hornet
-
nests
that
hung
on
the
trees
over
his
head
.
The
silence
was
intense
.
It
was
with
a
sigh
of
relief
that
at
last
he
came
upon
the
little
unpainted
house
,
extraordinarily
bedraggled
now
,
and
unkempt
;
but
here
too
was
the
same
intolerable
silence
.
He
walked
up
,
and
a
little
boy
,
playing
unconcernedly
in
the
sunshine
,
started
at
his
approach
and
fled
quickly
away
:
to
him
the
stranger
was
the
enemy
.
Dr
.
Coutras
had
a
sense
that
the
child
was
stealthily
watching
him
from
behind
a
tree
.
The
door
was
wide
open
.
He
called
out
,
but
no
one
answered
.
He
stepped
in
.
He
knocked
at
a
door
,
but
again
there
was
no
answer
.
He
turned
the
handle
and
entered
.
The
stench
that
assailed
him
turned
him
horribly
sick
.
He
put
his
handkerchief
to
his
nose
and
forced
himself
to
go
in
.
The
light
was
dim
,
and
after
the
brilliant
sunshine
for
a
while
he
could
see
nothing
.
Then
he
gave
a
start
.
He
could
not
make
out
where
he
was
.
He
seemed
on
a
sudden
to
have
entered
a
magic
world
.
He
had
a
vague
impression
of
a
great
primeval
forest
and
of
naked
people
walking
beneath
the
trees
.
Then
he
saw
that
there
were
paintings
on
the
walls
.
"
Mon
Dieu
,
I
hope
the
sun
hasn
’
t
affected
me
,
"
he
muttered
.
A
slight
movement
attracted
his
attention
,
and
he
saw
that
Ata
was
lying
on
the
floor
,
sobbing
quietly
.
