‘I’ve never before made love at pistol
point. You have taken even my knife. Now there is none. He rose deliberately
to his feet and confronted them. 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. To escape one phase of loneliness she had plunged into another, so vast that
her courage sometimes faltered. ”
“But does it correspond with the facts of the case? You know, Mr. It was as if her aesthetic sense had become inflamed. He was no match for
Brendon.
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