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” “And what about this man—Mr. “Your sister’s future is at stake. “Have to go now. Then he paused. At one moment, it seemed as if the flying bark was about to put to shore. ” “That doesn’t explain sunsets. I do not even know his name. He pressed the long shapely hand warmly in his. Apparently, Jonathan was well acquainted with the premises; for, feeling about in the dark, he speedily discovered a ladder, up the steps of which he hurried. 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. She accepted his rejoinder with a brief nod. The place was gloomy, with its darkly panelled walls, but it was sparsely furnished. Manning.
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