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. He used to live in a boarding-house in Russell Square. She hurried with Jack as fast as she could to the open door to the passage. Why not? Quite willing. ‘Ah, well, we’ll check the back and then go home. A row of magnificent, and even then venerable, elms threw their broad arms over this pleasant spot. Better get back now! You be careful. ‘Ha!’ uttered Captain Roding triumphantly. The very old lady in the antimacassar touched Ann Veronica’s arm suddenly, and said, in a deep, arch voice: “Talking of love again; spring again, love again. ” “There’s Miss Garvice. The boat's sure to run foul o' the bridge; and if she 'scapes stavin' above, she'll be swamped to a sartainty below. "All is prepared. "Shall I help you on with it, Sir?" replied the Jew, becoming suddenly respectful.
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