We are both graduates of Yale. 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. There were words, then, that ran on indefinitely, with reversals? Here they meant one thing; there, the exact opposite. She whispered, “Another car is coming,” as lights approached their car. ‘I have told you, a whip it is nothing. You were with your mother, the two of you huddled like thieves, laughing at the silly women who tried to shield themselves from rain by cowering under empty baskets and shawls. She wore a black satin dress, a little shiny at the seams, a purposeless bow of white tulle at the back of her neck, and a huge chatelaine. “I meant it. ’ ‘Parbleu, but I find you excessively rude,’ she snapped, marching to meet him. So Ruth took another step toward her destination, which we in our vanity call destiny. “I must read him when I come out. There's my thumb upon it.
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