I would like to have to tell it so. But I will never—never return. I, too, want to understand—to walk with my head in the light. ” She found her muscles a-tremble. 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. Wood grasped his companion's arm to attract his attention to this unexpected means of escape. ‘It did not seem to me that it was so. " He passed it over; and Ruth read: To be opened in case of my death and the letter inside forwarded to the address thereon. Yet the fact remains that you do not understand me at all. He was walking listlessly along, well-dressed, debonnair, good-looking. ’ ‘Don’t talk soft,’ begged Martha. "There's his knock. “They told me D,” said Ann Veronica. . Her slender throat was encircled by a black riband, with a small locket attached to it; and upon the top of her head rested a diminutive lace cap.
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