“I am. Then he would turn his face to her, and she would have to think of herself in his eyes. Then he opened them again suddenly, to find Courtlaw still by his side. We were talking about the suffrage—and I rather scoffed. He told her something about music, the great world outside. “You have changed somehow—and you certainly are less friendly. ‘To begin with,’ he said, ‘allow me a very tiny intimacy. But I'll tell e'e what we might do——" The young man heard no more. 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. ’ Madame Valade reseated herself, and Gerald set himself to flatter her into relaxation again. From the further end of the apartment came the low music of a violin. Sheppard. Then she looked up the sweep of pine-trees to the towering sunlit cliffs and the high heaven above and then back to his face. ’ Too late he saw his error.
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