The Foot of Time: A Novel of Australia and the South Seas: (1933)
The Foot of Time: A Novel of Australia and the South Seas: (1933)
The Foot of Time: A Novel of Australia and the South Seas: (1933)
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128 THE FOOT OF TIME<br />
And now Molota regarded Bruce, st<strong>and</strong>ing <strong>the</strong>re<br />
with <strong>the</strong> sun trying to find traces <strong>of</strong> his curly,<br />
auburn hair under <strong>the</strong> rim <strong>of</strong> his enormous solar<br />
topee; st<strong>and</strong>ing <strong>the</strong>re, tall, strong, <strong>and</strong> fair to a<br />
degree, regarding her with his quiet, deep-thinking,<br />
clever eyes. And Molota, <strong>the</strong> chieftain's daughter,<br />
felt her heart stir beneath her in a manner never<br />
previously known. <strong>The</strong> girl's native heart went out<br />
to <strong>the</strong> boy, in its own natural fashion, <strong>the</strong>n <strong>and</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong>re; went out to him to a degree which would<br />
take no gainsaying, would accept no substitutionary.<br />
Here before her was <strong>the</strong> fa<strong>the</strong>r <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> future<br />
Chieftain <strong>of</strong> Tuamonti, <strong>and</strong> her lovely, adorable<br />
eyes lit up, transfiguring her ivory brown skin, as<br />
she regarded him.<br />
<strong>The</strong> effect upon Mangani was electrical. Rapid<br />
orders poured from his mouth. Those ordered<br />
glanced at Bruce—at Bruce <strong>and</strong> Molata. <strong>The</strong><br />
comm<strong>and</strong>s had some bearing upon those two<br />
st<strong>and</strong>ing <strong>the</strong>re, each regarding <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r. <strong>The</strong>y ran<br />
<strong>of</strong>f to do <strong>the</strong> Chieftain's bidding. Mangani looked<br />
a new man. Authoritative, comm<strong>and</strong>ing, he appeared<br />
to have added a foot to his stature. His<br />
daughter's vocation was at long last to be fulfilled.<br />
<strong>The</strong> man could see it; see it <strong>the</strong>re in his daughter's<br />
eyes. And <strong>the</strong>n into his instinctive intelligence,<br />
schooled in <strong>the</strong> world <strong>of</strong> intuitive, superstitious insight,<br />
came <strong>the</strong> knowledge that Bruce Swinton was<br />
tottering, falling from his code, changing his view<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> West, suffering disputed conversion to those<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> East. Heredity added its quota, but little<br />
help were needed to open a man's eyes to <strong>the</strong><br />
THE FOOT OF TIME 129<br />
alluring, seductive, maddening attraction <strong>of</strong> this<br />
vivid, languid, gloriously beautiful daughter <strong>of</strong><br />
Polynesia.<br />
Following a particularly long, appraising scrutiny,<br />
Mangani's daughter spoke.<br />
"Molota is var glad that you come, Monsieurvar<br />
glad."<br />
"Thank you," Bruce rejoined, ra<strong>the</strong>r taken<br />
aback. "I'm glad to be here, too."<br />
"It is most good. Long I have waited for you."<br />
"Why?" enquired <strong>the</strong> young <strong>Australia</strong>n, surprisedly.<br />
"My friend, Mr. Pinkerton, didn't write<br />
to say we were coming, did he?"<br />
" 'Ere we have <strong>of</strong> letters no got, Monsieur," <strong>the</strong><br />
girl answered him, "but Molota know. 'Ere,<br />
Monsieur; my heart, it tell me that one day you<br />
Come!" Molata patted her bosom, over her heart,<br />
to indicate <strong>the</strong> spot where intuitive knowledge<br />
came to tell her things unknown to o<strong>the</strong>rs.<br />
"I see," said Bruce, somewhat embarrassed <strong>and</strong><br />
mystified.<br />
"Molota tink you see not, Monsieur," she told<br />
him, but me, I open your eyes, Mister, so wide<br />
that <strong>the</strong>n you see."<br />
"What shall I see?" asked <strong>the</strong> white man in all<br />
innocence.<br />
"You see me!" <strong>the</strong> girl finished, <strong>and</strong> gracefully<br />
left his side; but even in walking away, back to<br />
her fa<strong>the</strong>r, her every step was for him. Every<br />
turn <strong>of</strong> her body, every swaying movement <strong>of</strong> her<br />
hips, for him to notice <strong>and</strong> admire.