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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. Cathy and Shari toiled over boiling pots of potatoes, candied sweet potatoes with orange rind, corn casserole, and almond green beans. “You see, father,” she said, “it isn’t only this affair of the dance. ‘Cousin? But I am a fool. Of what was she thinking? She must rescue herself. “I am exceedingly sorry,” he said. You mustn’t go clawing after a man that doesn’t belong to you—that isn’t even interested in you. You must be lonely here with only a few men friends. "I'm almost afraid to state it," faltered the other; "but, may I ask whether Mr. "Where did you pick it up?" "I believe I told you; at Yale. But though he made Blueskin and Kettleby his chief marks, he missed both. Every rule is against me—Why did I let you begin this? I might have told—” “I don’t see that you could help—” “I might have helped—” “You couldn’t. ” Brendon was not inclined to be led away from the point.
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