Summary

Ralph Stock South of the Line — The Peep Show (1922)

At the pile of mats it paused, kneeling, peering, outstretching an arm. It was a hesitant shadow even now, and not without cause, for in its gropings under the mats its arm became suddenly transfixed, and in a moment the guest house was a chaos of struggling men.
But it did not last long. Morgan was infinitely the stronger. With a wrench he was free and away, the bundle under his arm, his partner, a gaunt, dishevelled figure, stumbling impotently in his wake. Felisi watched them go—down through the moon-mottled fringes of the palm grove and out on to the beach.
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Ralph Stock South of the Line — The Peep Show (1922)

The other said nothing, but carefully lowered a round, compact bundle from his shoulder to the ground, and sat upon it.
At this juncture Felisi, who had watched their advent from the doorway of her father's house, saw fit to make her presence known; and a very engaging presence it was, consisting of five feet two inches and fifteen years of bronze femininity, lithe and upstanding like a boy, clad in her best sulu, a red hibiscus blossom, and a dazzling smile. But what would you? It is not for nothing that one is the eldest daughter of the chief of a village like Luana.
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Ralph Stock South of the Line — The Peep Show (1922)

The curtain was rung down on the first act of Felisi's peep show. But there was still the bundle.
Within five minutes she knew what it contained, and like a dutiful daughter, made a report to her father.
"They have come far and are very tired," she told him, squatting in her proper place at the doorway.
The Chief of Luana looked up from a litter of meaningless papers, and fixed Felisi with his official frown. He was a quaint little man, who, under pretence of being eternally busy, did nothing whatever.
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