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"Where are the packets committed to your charge by Sir Rowland Trenchard?" "The packets!" exclaimed Kneebone, in alarm. " At this juncture, two women, very smartly attired in silk hoods and cloaks, appeared at the door of the Lodge. "And now, shall we proceed to Queenhithe?" "Stay!" cried the other, taking a chair, "a word with you, Mr. " "Well, rather than you should commit so great a crime, Captain, here it is," replied Quilt, handing him the garment in question. 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. In the bad light he looked at once military and sentimental and studious, like one of Ouida’s guardsmen revised by Mr. ” “The only Montague Hill I ever knew,” Annabel said slowly, “is dead. Smith, he'll swing after next Old Bailey sessions.
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