Too damned chickenhearted to confess to me he’d run off with the woman. Can you wonder that I expect you to fulfil yours?” “I am not aware,” she answered, “that I have ever failed in doing so. 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. "I was," answered Sheppard. " Animated by his insatiate desire of vengeance, he seemed to gain strength daily, —so much so, that within a fortnight after receiving his wound he was able to stir abroad. I think he got sick of us and he disappeared not one week later. But I will disappoint you. She’d prefer that I read classic literature, of course, but she only reads paperback romance novels, so she can’t exactly complain. Wood was once a favourite of yours. “Sort of man who can see no further than his nose,” he remarked contemptuously. “Let’s go. I know all about it. "He lives at Dollis Hill, a beautiful spot near Willesden, about four or five miles from town, where he has taken a farm. She was interested by the swearing of the witnesses.
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