The Little Lady of The Big House by Jack London Chapter 13 Page 6

“She was a woman,” Dick answered. “He drowned the last kanaka.”

“And the woman was then a white woman?” Paula insisted.

Graham looked quickly at her, and although she had asked the question of her husband, her head turned to the turn of his head, so that he found her eyes meeting his straightly and squarely in interrogation. Graham held her gaze with equal straightness as he answered: “She was a kanaka.”

“A queen, if you please,” Dick took up. “A queen out of the ancient chief stock. She was Queen of Huahoa.”

“Was it the chief stock that enabled her to out-endure the native men?” Paula asked. “Or did you help her?”