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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
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But without deigning to notice the civility, or even the more incontrovertible fact of my existence, the stranger passed on, utterly regardless of me, and flung himself upon the further end of the long couch that traversed the sole apartment of Marheyo's habitation.
Had the belle of the season, in the pride of her beauty and power, been cut in a place of public resort by some supercilious exquisite, she could not have felt greater indignation than I did at this unexpected slight.
I was thrown into utter astonishment.

The conduct of the savages had prepared me to anticipate from every newcomer the same extravagant expressions of curiosity and regard.

The singularity of his conduct, however, only roused my desire to discover who this remarkable personage might be, who now engrossed the attention of every one.
Tinor placed before him a calabash of poee-poee, from which the stranger regaled himself, alternating every mouthful with some rapid exclamation, which was eagerly caught up and echoed by the crowd that completely filled the house.

When I observed the striking devotion of the natives to him, and their temporary withdrawal of all attention from myself, I felt not a little piqued.

The glory of Tommo is departed, thought I, and the sooner he removes from the valley the better.


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