“I don’t have time for this. Gianfrancesco had told her about it, how he had played in it as a child with his brothers. She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. Ruth flashed in and out of the sunshine; and he took note of the radiant nimbus above her head each time the sunshine touched her hair. But why do you ask?" "Because—" stammered the boy. They trudged and talked, and Manning struggled, as he said, to “get the hang of it all. Nevertheless there came a residuum of expostulations. ’ Chapter Five ‘Now then, young Jack,’ Gerald said, turning to the lad, who was sitting in the place lately vacated by his self-appointed mistress, but in a state of far less relaxation.
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