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She taught him how to sail a proa, how to hack open a milk-coconut, how to relish bamboo sprouts. She clenched her hands together and leaned forward in her chair, gazing steadily into the fire. When she awoke, she felt sick, her mouth still salty with blood. 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. ” There came a silence again. Missy is into the witchcraft stuff, Wicca, nothing bad or anything. . They were sounding more and more like Civic every day. He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees, now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. I met a Hindu a few weeks ago who was a Harvard man. Soon they came to treat Lucy almost as mother, pulling hard at her brown curls and laughing delightedly as they sprang back into their spiral shape.
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