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- origin in the blessed isle of Oroolia; and thus fostering in her heart
the mysterious interest, with which from the first she had regarded me.
But if punctilious reserve on the part of her deliverer should teach
her to regard him as some frigid stranger from the Arctic Zone, what
sympathy could she have for him? and hence, what peace of mind, having
no one else to cling to?
Now re-entering the tent, she again inquired where tarried Aleema.
“Think not of him, sweet Yillah,” I cried. “Look on me. Am I not white
like yourself? Behold, though since quitting Oroolia the sun has dyed
my cheek, am I not even as you? Am I brown like the dusky Aleema? They
snatched you away from your isle in the sea, too early for you to
remember me there. But you have not been forgotten by me, sweetest
Yillah. Ha! ha! shook we not the palm-trees together, and chased we not
the rolling nuts down the glen? Did we not dive into the grotto on the
sea-shore, and come up together in the cool cavern in the hill? In my
home in Oroolia, dear Yillah, I have a lock of your hair, ere yet it
was golden: a little dark tress like a ring. How your cheeks were then
changing from olive to white. And when shall I forget the hour, that I
came upon you sleeping among the flowers, with roses and lilies for
cheeks. Still forgetful? Know you not my voice? Those little spirits in
your eyes have seen me before. They mimic me now as they sport in their
lakes. All the past a dim blank? Think of the time when we ran up and
down in our arbor, where the green vines grew over the great ribs of
the stranded whale. Oh Yillah, little Yillah, has it all come to this?
am I forever forgotten? Yet over the wide watery world have I sought
thee: from isle to isle, from sea to sea. And now we part not. Aleema
is gone. My prow shall keep kissing the waves, till it kisses the beach
at Oroolia. Yillah, look up.”
Sunk the ghost of Aleema: Sweet Yillah was mine!
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