” He stared at her, trying to guess at the mystery of her thoughts. 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. His invalid wife and her money had been only the thin thread that held his life together; beaded on that permanent relation had been an inter-weaving series of other feminine experiences, disturbing, absorbing, interesting, memorable affairs. A glance down the passage—to see that Roding was not lurking?—and her face came back to Gerald, triumph in her eyes. To have sprung this upon them to-night would have been worth a thousand pounds. Harkee," he added, "Mr. You simply can’t. While they were still engaged in looking round the doctor returned with a nurse and assistant. "And equally easy to prove it," replied Jack, giving him the paper he had abstracted from Wild. I don’t want to Bowdlerize Shakespeare. Every inch of the house felt safe to her, small and welcoming.
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