Throwing down the
pencil, she snatched up a piece of India-rubber, and exclaiming,—"It isn't at all
like him! it isn't half handsome enough!" was about to efface the sketch, when
Thames darted into the room. 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 was a little bewildered. ”
“Pleased to meet you, Doctor Diedermayer. She told
him the story of her parents, her marriage to Iovelli, the
loss of her baby, the kidnapping after the miscarriage. "Fear nothing, Sir," said the man, in a voice which Thames instantly recognised
as that of Blueskin. Am I going to die?”
“I am afraid that you are in a dangerous state,” Courtlaw answered gravely. I don’t want to Bowdlerize
Shakespeare.
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