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. ”
