Ralph Stock

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Ralph Stock South of the Line — Malua (1922)

Miss Smith's smile was never more in evidence over the Royal bar. The rolled-gold bangle and other appurtenances appeared in their appointed time and place. The hand on the cork extractor had lost none of its cunning.
And the man? Felisi had visions on that score. Day by day she waited on tenterhooks for him to descend on the Royal bar, as she had learnt in her mekes (dances) that the hillsmen of old descended on the beach dwellers, and carry off Miss Smith in spite of herself, in spite of all—whatever that might be. But nothing of the sort happened in modern Malita.
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Ralph Stock South of the Line — Malua (1922)

Felisi was often obliged to trot to keep pace with her. In quite a short time they covered undreamed-of distances, exploring beach, palm grove, and jungle as fancy led.
On one occasion a narrow track leading from the beach road toward the sound of falling water attracted Miss Smith's attention. It led, as Felisi knew, to a gorge choked with tree ferns and underbrush, where some time ago a mistaken old man named Billy Andrews had attempted to grow vanilla, and failed. His bungalow, in a state of advanced decay, still clung to the hillside, held there for the most part by creeping vine.
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Ralph Stock South of the Line — Malua (1922)

Their eyes met, and it was clear to any one of perception that in that brief exchange of formalities each recognized the other as a kindred denizen of another world the world of "over there." Felisi had seen such things happen before and, like the perfect chaperon that she was, stole from the presence to help a distraught cook in his efforts to find an uncracked tea cup.
"It is always so," he wailed; "the guests come when least expected."
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