” He put his hands on her shoulders and lowered her onto the flat surface of the picnic bench. ‘Oh, peste, you make me late!’ She glared up at Roding. 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. ’ ‘Yes, but if it is only we that know, it is of no use at all to me. ” “Well?” “I went from Anna’s flat to Nigel Ennison’s rooms. You know how those Russian students do? In Russia.
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