Never had
he corrected her with hand or whip, the ring in his voice had always been
sufficient to cower her. 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. D. Then light footsteps became audible, descending the
staircase with a certain deliberation and a faint rustle of skirts. "
"Be silent dog," cried Jonathan. It would be swindling. Never for a moment had violence come between these two since long ago he
had, in spite of her mother’s protest in the background, carried her kicking and
squalling to the nursery for some forgotten crime. ’
She set down her glass with a snap. The man looked closely at Anna as she crossed the footway, and as he held her
skirt from the wheel he pressed something into her hand.
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