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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. The door of cabin 2 was open. "With me?" said Thames. " With this, he struck the door a heavy blow. "Anywhere," he said in answer to the manager's query. The cultivated indifference, which was part of the armour of his little world fell away from him. “Been sitting on the doorstep almost for two hours. Morgan the trader did not haggle over the pearls, but gave me at once what he judged a fair price. It was she who felt guilty as he showed her their bedroom, smelling her perfume, ingesting their psychic leftovers. Oh, you must believe me. His eyes were red. Pah! What a pig is this générale. Can’t travel alone, a pair of nuns. . He’s really hot.
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