It was
hard to associate her with the stories which he and all Paris had heard of
“Alcide. Two or three podgy-looking old men
with wives to match, half-a-dozen overdressed girls, and a couple of
underdressed American ones, who still wore the clothes in which they had been
tramping half over London since breakfast time. Narrow little beady brown eyes, and she’s got big
eyebrows like dead caterpillars. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance
to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. ‘It had better not be, by God,’ had barked Captain Hilary Roding. Some day she wanted to be loved as Marius loved Cosette; but there was another
character which bit far more deeply into her mind. Once, both Ruth and Spurlock accompanied McClintock
far south, to an island of blacks; and Spurlock had his first experience with the
coconut dance and the booming of wooden tom-toms. White, my landlady, believes his
story. ”
“I said I was all right.
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