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"And there you're right, you may dipind, marm," observed Terence. 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. Teddy handed her into the second-class compartment her season-ticket warranted, and declared she was “simply splendid. The thought of the picture but added to her despondency. For my own part, I don't see in what way it is to be accomplished, except by the payment of our customary fees. ” He pulled up at the Beck’s doorstep at 1:48.
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