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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. “But have you ever
thought that you might be attracting negative attention to
yourself by looking like you do? Like I said, don’t take it
personally. ”
“NEVER!”
Her heart sank at the change in his expression. ”
His face darkened. This way, my dear—and—
you’ll excuse my mentioning it, but a quiet blouse and a little chiffon, you know,
will be quite sufficient. ’
‘Not until you release that dagger. We all get
deceived sometimes. “You seem to have
come from Miss Pellissier’s rooms. ” Carolyn shushed him modestly. Ann Veronica’s experiences of
men had been among more stable types—Teddy, who was always absurd; her
father, who was always authoritative and sentimental; Manning, who was always
Manning. “I heard your voices, and the hall
is draughty. Yet you
can look Cheveney in the face and declare that you do not know him.
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