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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. On the way he confessed. He would have to return to Hong-Kong; and his trail would be picked up the moment he set foot on the Praya. ‘You will not believe any of my very clever lies. ‘André? Que dit-il?’ ‘My wife does not understand,’ said the fellow, frowning deeply. Wood was once a favourite of yours. It is easy enough to sing these little chansons in an original way—it requires a very different sort of ability to succeed on the stage. ‘Will you let be?’ Instead she grasped his hand tighter.
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