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"So it seems," observed the woollen-draper, "and for every one else, too. They are mine! They were
sent to ‘Alcide’ not to you. Then he sensed the trap. He had to
know the truth, Melusine. 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. 97
“For what, kiddo?” Larry turned his head slightly to
one side. "Heaven
be praised, I am not the son of a nobleman. Michelle would arrive daily with a two to ten minute
brief on her own dating status, her nightly dreams, grades,
new family developments. There he paused again, half turning his back and
pretending to look for someone among the soldiers on the benches.
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