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CHAPTER vl.-contlnued.

Certainly" he answered, absorbed
In his topic. Exchanged where
there's another daughter available
where there isn't, money is refunded
by order of the courts. But what ]
was driving at is that in spite of the
contention mentioned above, wherever
a woman is concerned a black can
never get 1t out of his head that she
can be replaced at the regular market
price. Now you've got the kernel OF
his whole attitude toward women"
$50 If 1t had been you they wouldn't
have laughed and yelled"
I'm this case, yes" he said. "They
most certainly would, because they
had no direct responsibility. But
where responsibility attaches the rule
Tor ren is life for a life, and it's a
rule that has no exceptions. Anyone
can brain woman II he feels like II
and get away with the identical obolo
her husband paid for her."
"You seem to be great admirer OF
the native social system" said Andrea
quietly.
Il am" answered Msungo. "For
natives, Of course"
"Are you sure you're not bit faint
ed with 1t for yourself?"
Sure" he answered promptly
That's part Of the secret of my grip
on every country I've shot over. I'm
aloof. I've never turned my back on
the. White Mans God. Circular A Is
not for me-"
whats Circular AT"
He hesitated. Circular A." he said
finally, SIS the regulation that governs
the relations between British officials
under the colonial office and the WON
en- of the tribes they govern"
I'm British" said Andrea, after o
pause, land I blush for the necessity
"You are prompt. like most Of u.s.
said M'sungo, ito sit In judgment be
fore eny force of nature that you've
never felt. Poor devils of clean-bred
youngsters Take one that l knew
Three weeks training under HIS prede-
cessor, crazy to leave; hundred
thousand natives under his sole rule
one, perhaps two, bearded white faces
a year. The long. long days after the
sportsman has been swallowed by the
pot-hunter, when game becomes just
meat And then, the fatal hour al
dusk when a passing native girl-any
girl-looks to him like some woman al
homel He marries, not by canonicals
perhaps, but by the common law OF
the land. and the people at home
shout cruelty him. but in the end it's
God alone that will Judge his agony
and measure the price,"
He stopped speaking and for long
time they Travelled in silence. The sun
was sinking fast-so fast that II
seemed to be dropping by jerks, like
the loose hand Of grandfather's
clock.
'There is no twilight In the tropics,
said Msungo, by the deliberate judg
ment of God who knows the capacity
of the chart Of man and would not
have 1t burst"
II can feel what you mean," an
swered Andrea, "even though you
haven't really said 1t in words. The
heart can hold Just so much beauty
and no more; and even now, mine is
achingi"
andrea Pellor." said Msungo, "you
have the faculty Of your sex. You
have pinned the butterfly"
She felt sudden revulsion, a rage
at this man. this stranger. who talked
as she imagined he would fight, with.
out gloves. Her eyes narrowed. by
the way, when Marguerite bolted, Just
what was 1t you shouted at met"
He paused In his stride so suddenly
that the dozing donkey butted into him
and almost knocked him over. "Ehi
whatf" he asked to gain time.
"Come on" persisted Andrea. "Jusi
say It again-what you shouted"
sWell," lied Msungo. Il may not
remember the exact words. but II was
20 the effect that you'd better head
him or or jump of"
Something like that said Andrea
incisively. ~only shorter. You yelled
Marry him or jump orr
Il believe you're right" said Msun-
20, and added. apologetically, "You
see, didn't have much time to think.
-Exactlyl" said Andrea ''lnstinc-
lively all you saw was a joke. Ike
every niger In the line. You didn't
care what happened TO me. / might
have been Drained under that tree
aud you knew Ii and all you could
think Of yrs that you Just had time to