" "That's but a short distance from here, sir. Jackson: "ha! ha!" "Not in the least, Ma'am," echoed Mr. Miss Mary to the life, I said, and so she is. ” “Well?” “I went from Anna’s flat to Nigel Ennison’s rooms. It isn’t. Nothing but the constraint of social usage now linked him to her. 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. ‘She is a maid only, and I do not believe she has married Emile. The commissionaire stood there, tall and imperturbable. ’ ‘But you must.
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