Forget their friendship and their contempt; forget their many gods.

Girl, why do you want to remember the past when there is a warrior and a chief ready to give many lives--his own life--for one of your smiles ?" While she spoke she pushed gently her daughter towards the canoes, hiding her own fear, anxiety, and doubt under the flood of passionate words that left Nina no time to think and no opportunity to protest, even if she had wished it.

But she did not wish it now.

At the bottom of that passing desire to look again at her father's face there was no strong affection.
She felt no scruples and no remorse at leaving suddenly that man whose sentiment towards herself she could not understand, she could not even see.

There was only an instinctive clinging to old life, to old habits, to old faces; that fear of finality which lurks in every human breast and prevents so many heroisms and so many crimes.