Her motherly features creased into anxious wrinkles. . “I might go home, I don’t know. Her head felt absurdly like one of those noddling
manikins in the Hong-Kong curio-shops. “You must come and see me some afternoon,” she said to him. I did all for the best, I'm sure. She held out her hand
frankly. 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. “Looks like old
times here, I see. Wild was formerly an agent to
the Jacobite party, but, on the offer of a bribe from the opposite faction, he
unhesitatingly deserted and betrayed his old employers. ’
‘Damn you, I should have beaten you,’ Gerald swore, holding fast to his
corner of the little square of linen.
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