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[bodytext] => Good conversation made the dinner fine.
Men spoke of whales, bulls, made bons mots galore. Young captain told about the salty brine. Yet so, his stories never seemed to bore. Don Hernandez raised a crystal glass, viewed its colored content briefly, drank; conversation needed encouragement. He spoke past Captain Thompson on his left to Margarita. "Captain Thompson tells us Sandwich Islands have changed within the last ten years, Margarita. Whaling port of Lahaina is almost civilized." Margarita spoke. "Must be terribly interesting, captain, to travel all over the world and meet so many different kinds of people." "Miss Hernandez, it's true I've seen and had dealings with many kinds of people, but I think Sandwich Islanders are the warmest and most loving of all, present company excluded." Dona Rose, smiling at husband's captain, spoke from the other end of the table. "You're gallant, captain. It's not often we receive so nice a compliment from such man of the world. Isn't that right, Don Huerra?" Huerra, sitting on Don Hernandez' immediate right, answered quickly. "Captain Thompson speaks but truth, Senora. Your family is the most gracious and loving in all Peralta. You should have seen people's admiration for Excellency this morning - children running ahead, men and women shouting his name; nothing would do but he had to give them show." [comments] => 2 [counter] => 183 [topic] => 31 [informant] => ramfire [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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