soul you seek to entangle. But I have heard of you, and defy your wickedness."
"Sit down here," said Kokua, "and let me tell you a tale." And she told him the story of Keawe from the beginning to the end.
"And now," said she, "I am his wife, whom he bought with his soul's welfare. And what should I do? If I went to him myself and offered to buy it, he will refuse. But if you go, he will sell it eagerly; I will await you here; you will buy it for four centimes, and I will buy it again for three. And the Lord strengthen a poor girl!"
"If you meant falsely," said the old man, "I think God would strike you dead."
"He would!" cried Kokua. "Be sure he would. I could not be so treacherous, God would not suffer it."
"Give me the four centimes and await me here," said the old man.
Now, when Kokua stood alone in the street, her spirit died. The wind roared in the trees, and it seemed to her the rushing of the flames of hell; the shadows towered in the light of the street lamp, and they seemed to her the snatching hands of evil ones. If she had had the strength, she must have run away, and if she had had the breath she must have screamed
