From the white beach the palms ran in serried rows quarter of a mile inland, then began a jungle of bamboo, gum-tree, sandalwood, plantain, huge fern, and choking grasses. Ruth could not very well object, since an air of distinction would go with Taber. “Did it seem like I was in pain to you?” She smirked. CHAPTER VIII. His wife's portrait had been removed from the walls, and the place it had occupied was only to be known by the cord by which it had been suspended.
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