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. The settlements which he has spoken of, too, are most
munificent. “I
had those beautiful roses from you on my first night, and a tiny little note but no
address. '"
"What is that?" she asked. "Steady, old top! What are you going to do?"
"The damned scoundrel!"
"I told you that child was opal. "
Her attitude now entirely sisterly, he ceased to be afraid of her; there was never
anything in her eyes (so far as he could see) but friendly interest in all he said or
did.
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