“Why should I speak when you have spoken so much?” asked Otapo calmly. “I curse the day I ever saw you, M’fashimbi, for my error has cost me a fishing-net, which was the best in the village, also a new piece of cloth I bought from a trader; these our lord chief has taken.” “If you had the heart of a man you would have killed Namani, my husband,” she said. “I have killed myself and lost my net,” said Otapo; “also my piece of cloth.” “You are like a woman,” she jeered. “I could wish that my mother had borne a girl wh…
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