[Typee by Herman Melville]@TWC D-Link bookTypee CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR 32/39
He, however, declined. All this while the young Typee stuck to Jimmy like his shadow, and though as lively a dog as any of his tribe, he was now as meek as a lamb, never opening his mouth except to eat.
Although some of the Happars looked queerly at him, others were more civil, and seemed desirous of taking him abroad and showing him the valley.
But the Typee was not to be cajoled in that way.
How many yards he would have to remove from Jimmy before the taboo would be powerless, it would be hard to tell, but probably he himself knew to a fraction. On the promise of a red cotton handkerchief, and something else which he kept secret, this poor fellow had undertaken a rather ticklish journey, though, as far as Toby could ascertain, it was something that had never happened before. The island-punch--arva--was brought in at the conclusion of the repast, and passed round in a shallow calabash. Now my comrade, while seated in the Happar house, began to feel more troubled than ever at leaving me; indeed, so sad did he feel that he talked about going back to the valley, and wanted Jimmy to escort him as far as the mountains.
But the sailor would not listen to him, and, by way of diverting his thoughts, pressed him to drink of the arva.
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