"Time to dress for dinner," said Ruth from behind the curtain. Here your nephew will
speedily be thrown. But, go and see who it is,
love. She shattered the edifice he was building up of
himself as a devoted lover, waiting only his chance to win her from a hopeless
and consuming passion. ’
Tears sprang to Melusine’s own eyes, and she clasped the hand she held more
tightly. Thought she was a nun at first. . . It isn’t the same thing. That night in his den he smoked many pipes. To be free of outward distraction, he
shut his eyes and concentrated upon the scraps she had given him; and shortly,
with his eyes still closed, he began to describe Ruth's island: the mountain at one
end, with the ever-recurring scarves of mist drifting across the lava-scarred face;
the jungle at the foot of it; the dazzling border of white sand; the sprawling store
of the trader and the rotting wharf, sundrily patched with drift-wood; the native
huts on the sandy floor of the palm groves; the scattered sandalwood and ebony;
the screaming parakeets in the plantains; the fishing proas; the mission with its
white washed walls and barren frontage; the lagoon, fringed with coco palms,
now ruffled emerald, now placid sapphire. "A vow," she answered,—"a vow to my dead husband.
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