Stanley came home at a quarter to six—an earlier train by fifteen
minutes than he affected—his sister met him in the hall with a hushed
expression. There was one letter. 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
never said hello, as if it had become a personal taboo for
him. "Speak out—don't be alarmed," said Wood, in a kind and encouraging tone. A slow
anger burned in the man. All through the love music of the second act, until the hunting horns of Mark
break in upon the dream, Ann Veronica’s consciousness was flooded with the
perception of a man close beside her, preparing some new thing to say to her,
preparing, perhaps, to touch her, stretching hungry invisible tentacles about her. ’
‘I don’t even know your granddaughter, ma’am. "How old are you?" demanded Miss Prudence. ‘What else was there to do? He paid off the servants and left old Pottiswick in
charge, saying that the place would have to remain empty until the heir was
found. "Are you not content with the crimes you have committed,
—but you must carry your villany to this point.
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