"War to the Knife;" or, Tangata MaoriBoldrewood, Rolf
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"War to the Knife;" or, Tangata Maori
Boldrewood, Rolf
Māori (New Zealand people) -- Fiction; New Zealand -- Fiction
"Erena!" said the sick man, "what are you saying? Surely you are not
angry with Miss Tollemache? Is it her fault that I loved her once? Let
it be sufficient that now I love you. Give me your hand."
With a look of ineffable tenderness, she gave her hand obediently as
does a child.
"Miss Tollemache--Hypatia," he said, "she saved my life; will you not
be friends?"
A brighter gleam came into the tearful eyes of the English girl. "You
are more noble than I," she said. "His life has been given to you, to
save and retain. Let us be sisters."
They clasped hands with the fervour of generous youth, ere the passions
that rend and ravage have darkened the spirit. As their eyes met, the
wounded man looked up with a faint smile.
The state of Massinger's health necessitated more than one day's
sojourn at Oropi. However, on the following morning a marked
improvement had taken place, so that it was decided in council that a
farther stage might be reached on the way to Tauranga after the day's
rest. The sufferer had been allotted the chief guest-chamber, a modest
apartment, but exquisitely clean, whence looking forth on the mission
garden, the fruit trees and old-fashioned English flowers recalled that
beloved home-land which he had almost despaired of seeing again.
At the evening meal Erena, who had caused one of her dusky handmaidens
to bring from the camp a mysterious package, appeared in European
costume. Quietly but well dressed according to the fashion of the day,
it was a revelation to her entertainers and to Hypatia to mark the ease
and self-possession which she exhibited in her new part. The soft rich
voice, the perfect intonation, the repose of her manner, through which
but an occasional flash of emotion showed itself; the total absence of
gesture which, in her other habiliments, seemed natural to her;--all
these, as Hypatia admitted to herself, placed this antipodean maiden
on a perfect equality with the best specimens of European society.
When together they saw to the comfort of their patient, nothing could
have surpassed the good taste and delicacy of her ministrations.
Without making parade of proprietorship in the helpless sufferer, she
assumed the rank of his _fiancée_, appearing equally confident of her
companion's acceptance of that of friend and well-wisher.
In the case of many other women, her frank trust might possibly have
been misplaced. But the justice and generosity which were the leading
qualities of Hypatia Tollemache's nature, rendered her perfectly safe
as a companion, precluded by every impulse from conspiring against her
happiness.
As for Mrs. Summers and her husband, they were completely fascinated
by her, holding that the reputation which she enjoyed for beauty and
intelligence was even less than her due.
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