There is a thing called the second death, which is what is troubling that old scoundrel, Oro.

Now I will go and look for those books." So the idea of flight was abandoned, although I admit that even to myself it had attractions.

For I felt that I was being wrapped in a net of mysteries from which I saw no escape.

Yes, and of more than mysteries; I who had sworn that I would never look upon another woman, was learning to love this sweet and wondrous Yva, and of that what could be the end?
We collected all we had come to seek, and started homewards escorted by Marama and his people, including a number of young women who danced before us in a light array of flowers.
Passing our old house, we came to the grove where the idol Oro had stood and Bastin was so nearly sacrificed.

There was another idol there now which he wished to examine, but in the end did not as the natives so obviously objected.