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- shaking, Annatoo, making an estimate of the whole, very coolly
proceeded to set apart for herself whatever she fancied. To this, Samoa
objected; to which objection Annatoo objected; and then they went at
it.
The lady vowed that the things were no more Samoa’s than hers; nay, not
so much; and that whatever she wanted, that same would she have. And
furthermore, by way of codicil, she declared that she was slave to
nobody.
Now, Samoa, sad to tell, stood in no little awe of his bellicose
spouse. What, though a hero in other respects; what, though he had
slain his savages, and gallantly carried his craft from their
clutches:—Like the valiant captains Marlborough and Belisarius, he was
a poltroon to his wife. And Annatoo was worse than either Sarah or
Antonina.
However, like every thing partaking of the nature of a scratch, most
conjugal squabbles are quickly healed; for if they healed not, they
would never anew break out: which is the beauty of the thing. So at
length they made up but the treaty stipulations of Annatoo told much
against the interests of Samoa. Nevertheless, ostensibly, it was agreed
upon, that they should strictly go halves; the lady, however, laying
special claim to certain valuables, more particularly fancied. But as a
set-off to this, she generously renounced all claims upon the spare
rigging; all claims upon the fore-mast and mainmast; and all claims
upon the captain’s arms and ammunition. Of the latter, by the way, Dame
Antonina stood in no need. Her voice was a park of artillery; her
talons a charge of bayonets.
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