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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. Oh, the scent of the flowers that day, the delicious quiet, the swallows that dived before us in the river. You notice that I have recently spent ten francs on a box of the best Russian cigarettes, and that there are roses upon my table. I cannot explain beyond that. Then the lady smiled and her radiance, even in the darkness, warmed Gerald unexpectedly. He got out of the car and lifted her from the convertible before she could open the door. There was a lapse of time, an interval of blackness; then he found his hand in hers and she was leading him at a run up the side of the mountain. I somehow understood. " "Hum!" said Hogarth, looking fixedly at him. Then with an indescribable relief her feet were on the pavement, and she was being urged along by two policemen, who were gripping her wrists in an irresistible expert manner. " "Hum!" exclaimed Jonathan. .
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