The handsome, symmetrical arms of Fluellina were bare to the shoulder,
and Oonomoo held one in his broad palm, closing and opening upon the
plump flesh and delicate muscle, with as much admiration as though he
were still her young and ardent lover. They sat thus, gazing into each
other's face for several moments without speaking, so full seemed their
hearts. Finally Oonomoo seated himself upon the ground at the feet of
Fluellina and leaned his head over upon her lap. This was what she
wished, and she had maneuvered in that delicate manner peculiar to her
sex, by which the desire of the lover is awakened without his
suspecting the true cause.
Unfastening the bindings of his hair, she parted it carefully and drew
her fingers slowly through and through it until it glistened like
satin. She did not speak, for she had no desire to disturb the languor
which she knew it cast over her husband. As his head drooped, she
sustained it and gradually ceased, until he slept.
Oonomoo awoke in a short time, and reseated himself by the side of his
wife.
"Where is Niniotan?" he asked, looking around him.
"He is dressing the meat of the deer which he slew this morning. Shall
I call him?"
"No, I am not yet tired of my Fluellina."
The happy wife replied by placing her warm cheek against his, and
holding it there a moment.
"Oonomoo has no wounds upon him," said she, raising her head and
looking at his breast and shoulders.
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