It dawned upon him that he had been abominably used by Ann Veronica. She addressed Anna with a beaming smile and a very creditable mixture of condescension and officiousness. Sheppard in a troubled voice, "that if I lost my child, I should lose all I have left in the world. But don’t think your heroic milice will save you. Most of the vessels lying in the river were driven from their moorings, dashed tumultuously against each other, or blown ashore. That is very bad, certainly, and for this he was extremely sorry. 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. It’s an instinct. Thwart me, and I become your mortal enemy. “Number 13, please, cabman. You've nothing to do but to take possession. I just don’t know where to start.
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