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Hers is quite the most exclusive set in London. The cloth nearly touches the floor. "
"We may believe as much of that as we please, I suppose," observed the
carpenter's wife, with a sneer. “A little touchy this evening, aren’t we, Missy?”
Michelle chided her friend. Sharples," replied Quilt; "lock
'em up. 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. "Ruth, you must not come and sit on the threshold. “I’m d——d if I understand this,” he said thoughtfully. But he held the smile until
she turned away from the curtain.
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