"
"What?" said the doctor, whose thoughts were in something of a turmoil. The last time Pottiswick had
called out the militia on suspicion of intruders in Remenham House, a large
rodent had been all the spoil. The Tigress went
prowling for nut, too. Away off in the fields the bluesmocked peasants bent still at their toil. There are pretty
much three types, those that accept, and those who run
away, and those who fight. Oh God!
my limbs fail me. 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.
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