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I didn’t allow myself to see things as they were in those days; now I do. She wallowed for a time in the thought of Capes, unable to escape from his image and the idea of his presence in her life. "Where?" she cried. Though it’s very kind of you. " "All right. In the first place, it will be damnably dull. 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. What news. So the young fool had not told her! McClintock had suspected as much. The floor was planked with oak, and covered with iron staples, hooks, and ringbolts, with heavy chains attached to them.
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