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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. \"Let's get out of here. Courtlaw is looking after you, Miss Pellissier,” she said. ” “No. "The door!—the door!—death!" he added, as he tried the handle, "it is locked—and I am unarmed. “By Jove!” he broke out, “one tries to take a serious, sober view. CHAPTER I. Bird, the turner, to give him an order this evening. " "Wait a bit, massa," replied the grinning negro,—"lilly bit—see all right fust.
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