"These are yours, of course," he said; "yours and the Queen's; they are the windfalls you made.

Did you not knock them all off the trees for yourselves when you were coming down in such sheets from the sky last evening ?" Felix wrung his hands in positive despair.

It was clear, indeed, that to the minds of the natives there was no distinguishing personally between himself and Muriel, and the rain or the cyclone.
"Will they bring them all in ?" he asked, gazing in alarm at the huge pile of fruits the natives were making outside the huts.
"Yes, all," the Shadow answered; "they are vows; they are godsends; but if you like, you can give some of them back.

If you give much back, of course it will make my people less angry with you." Felix advanced near the line, holding his hand up before him to command silence.

As he did so, he was absolutely appalled himself at the perfect storm of execration and abuse which his appearance excited.