Spurlock was no longer a man before this instinct; he was a child in trouble. “Do tell me all about it. He saw rifts in clouds—sunshine. . The two friends contrasted strikingly with each other. The clouds were nearly black with rain, threatening to spill sleet in daggers and torrents. Spurlock. Whatever he did, she was bound to scream. ’ ‘Gosse,’ corrected Lucilla. Altogether different. She went to the post-office and drew out and sent off her money to Ramage. She was always initiating petty breaches of discipline. ” The talk was animated, and remained always brilliant in form even when it ceased to be brilliant in substance. 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.
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