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. There is turmoil, shouts,
cries, jostlings, milling congestions that suddenly break and flow in opposite
directions. ’ She spoke with difficulty, holding down
the rising emotion that threatened to overwhelm her. . Guiding this man of hers over the troubled sea of life had engraved
these lines. \"Finished mine in Study Hall. She watched the people and hummed softly to herself. "
"My death will lie at your door," remarked Jackson to the carpenter. ’
Gerald raised his brows.
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