\" Lucy felt her face go hot, but at the same time raised her eyebrows, relaying a tacit acknowledgement of her own distressed appearance. Jack hastily retreated, and taking the first means of concealment that occurred to him, descended the cellar steps. To-morrow we'll raise our first island. Lucy’s guts ached with jealousy and bitterness, building in a knot that twisted in her stomach, rag-like. How little he knew about Ruth—the background from which she had sprung! He knew that her father was a missioner, that her mother was dead, that she had been born on this island, and that, at the time of his collapse, she had been on the way to an aunt in the States.
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