H. De Vere Stacpoole,
Magic
(1920)
“ And so things went on, till one day Uliami, walking in the woods, came upon Kinei with Tauti in her arms.He would sooner have come upon his own death, for he, too, had learned to love the girl, but his love for her had made him as weak as a maiden and as fearful as a child in the dark of the high woods, when there is no moon. Love is like that, making some men bold as the frigate bird in its flight, and some timorous as the dove, and the strongest are often the weakest when taken in the snare. ”
