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On the third of April--the date is significant--I went to Tuahu's house. As I passed the cook-house, I saw Mutoi, the policeman, in gold-braided cap and brass-buttoned coat, leaving by the front doorway; and I heard him say: "Remember, Tuahu, you are to take Reretu to court on Saturday after next! The charge is very serious. I should incarcerate her in the Taravao 'iron house,' but I am trusting in your promise that she will not escape. . Ai-ya! Aué-ué! Who would have thought that she would turn to a life of crime! She may serve many years in the 'iron house'--perhaps be sent to the penal colony at New Caledonia!"
Then he shrugged his shoulders with great satisfaction and strode up the road, there, no doubt, to plant the seeds of gossip in the fertile ears of Nui-woman.