A thin line of red appeared in the white neck. The girl’s gaze met his in interested
inquiry. You sent back my
Christmas checks. It must have cut him. His shirt also was unbuttoned, and disclosed a neck like that of an
ox, and a chest which might have served as a model for a Hercules. She could neither
speak nor move nor cry out. ”
“Not now. 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. Once in the room, the door locked, the sense of loneliness had dropped away
from her as the mists used to drop away from the mountain in the morning. I'll put a brace of
dogs on your track, who'll soon hunt you down.
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