Stephen Somers."
She bowed, for she seemed unable to speak, and held out her hand,
which we shook.
"What be 'resource and courage'?" I heard her daughter whisper to
Stephen, "and why have you none, O Stephen Somers?"
"It would take a long time to explain," he said with his jolly laugh,
after which I listened to no more of their nonsense.
Then we sat down to the meal, which consisted of vegetables and a
large bowl of hard-boiled ducks' eggs, of which eatables an ample
supply was carried out to Hans and Mavovo by Stephen and Hope. This,
it seemed, was the name that her mother had given to the girl when she
was born in the hour of her black despair.
It was an extraordinary story that Mrs. Eversley had to tell, and yet
a short one.
She /had/ escaped from Hassan-ben-Mohammed and the slave-traders, as
the rescued slave told her husband at Zanzibar before he died, and,
after days of wandering, been captured by some of the Pongo who were
scouring the country upon dark business of their own, probably in
search of captives.
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