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" "Well then, to change it," replied Thames, gravely, "suppose I should be obliged to leave you. I felt—wrapped in thick cobwebs. ” Annabel yawned. His progress, however, was checked by loud acclamations, announcing the arrival of the Master of the Mint and his train. I was sorry for what I did afterwards; for, I don't know why, but, poor, lady! with her pale face, and black eyes, she reminded me of my mother. ” “I wonder,” said Mr. ” “For a little time,” she answered. . 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. Rhea writhed and scuttled about like a crab. “No,” said Ann Veronica, “but I want to know.
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