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Wild," edged in Quilt. And his scarlet coat had nothing to do with it, as Hilary was fond of recounting, for he had been in civilian clothes when they met, as he was tonight. . . The Master listened, with becoming attention, to the narrative, and, at its conclusion, shook his head gravely, applied his thumb to the side of his nose, and, twirling his fingers significantly, winked at his phlegmatic companion. It’s Providence. " CHAPTER IV. " "My poor son!" groaned the widow, sinking backwards. As Gosse pushed her around it, she felt his hold about her of necessity loosen slightly. " "The Dawn Pearl! Odd, but we white folks aren't half so poetical as the yellow or the black. She pulled down her veil and made her way to the door. “You!” she exclaimed. There was enough contra-light to render her ethereal. 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. I have suffered—I have sinned—I have repented.
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