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At this juncture, a cry burst from the child, who, nearly smothered by the weight imposed upon him, only recovered the use of his lungs as Wood altered the position of the bundle. 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. ” For a time she sat on a rail before leaving the road for the downland turf. “He is one of our guests—perhaps I should say boarders here, but he seldom returns before dinner-time. “How’s Mrs. . She could visualize the picture she had presented, particularly the battered papier-mâché kitbag at her feet. Were you born here, madame?’ ‘Mais non. It was no marriage at all. The Ragged Edge. My arm's nearly well again. Now you haven’t the ghost of one—not if you play the game fair.

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