Identifier: oceanaore00frou (find matches)
Title: Oceana : or, England and her colonies
Year: 1886 (1880s)
Authors: Froude, James Anthony, 1818-1894
Subjects: Great Britain--Colonies
Publisher: London : Longmans, Green, and Co.
Contributing Library: Virginia Beach Public Library
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hear her or did not understand what was thematter. They took no notice and she turned again to herfish. But she was evidently restive. Presently she raised her-self to her full height, turned direct to E and then to us, and gave a long howl. E sat on, puffing his cigar, glancing at her movements with increasing interest andtransferring them to his paper. She howled again, and ashe showed no sign of moving she made a step towards him,flashing her eyes and gesticulating violently. The moreangry she grew, the more picturesque became her figure and the more deliberately E studied her. She snatched up a stick and shook it at him. The arm and stick wereinstantly introduced into the drawing. It was too much ;she went for him like a fury, came so close that she couldhave struck him, and had her arm raised to do it. With themost entire imperturbability he did not move a muscle, butsmoked on and drew as calmly as if he had been drawing atree or a rock. Her features were convulsed with rage. His
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MOKOIA 297 indifference paralysed her, perhaps frightened her. Thereis a mesmerism in absolute coolness which is too strong forexcited nerves. She dropped her stick, turned sullenly round, and hid herself in her cabin. Poor old woman ! E s composure was admirable, but I felt real sorrow for her. I mentioned Mokoia, and our intention of paying a visitto so romantic and historical a spot. The island lay fourmiles off in front of our window; and there was a sailing-boat ready to take us over. We should see the bath in whichHinemoia warmed herself after her long swim; in a treethere the bones were said to be still mouldering where theyhad been thrown by Hangi after his dinner. Our hostess,who knew the place, urged us not to leave Eotorua withoutseeing it, and even volunteered her services as guide again.It was very good of her, and she would have gone had shenot been called away to arbitrate in a land dispute. We hadto be content with our own company, but the dangers anddifficulties were

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