What shall I do ?" Without waiting for answer, she bent once more to sort and discard her pitiful treasures, to pause vaguely, consider, and wring her hands.
Rudolph, in his turn, caught her by the arm, but fared no better.
"We must humor her," whispered Chantel, and, kneeling like a peddler among the bazaar-stuffs, spread on the floor a Java sarong, blue and brown, painted with men and buffaloes.

On this he began to heap things pell-mell.
The woman surrendered, and all at once flung her arms about Rudolph, hiding her face, and clinging to him as if with the last of her strength.
"Come, he'll bring them," she sobbed.

"Let's go--to the boat.

He must find his own way.

Take me." Hurry and fright choked her.