"My son! my dear, dear son!" returned Mrs. I was worried. It will be horribly dull, and she is a very trying person. Spurlock stared at Ruth across the rim of his bowl. At this moment, Davies, who had completed his preparations, extinguished the torch. "What shall we do, Poll?" hesitated Edgeworth Bess. It is the immediate inspiration of confidence; it alleviates pain, because we know by that smile that pain is soon to leave us; it becomes the bulwark against our depressive thoughts of death; and it is the promise that we still have a long way to go before we reach the Great Terminal. ‘Come, come, ma’am,’ he said smiling. She had never imagined life was half so sinister as it looked to her in the beginning of these investigations. The agony on the sands now ceased to puzzle her. “Will they worry about you getting caught in a storm?” She asked him as she viewed black clouds floating in different directions. 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.
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