"It's very well you haven't crushed the poor little thing to death with this confounded clothes'-bag. Loose the wherry, and stand to your oars—quick—quick!" These commands were promptly obeyed. 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. " "Have you told her?" "Told her? Told her what?" Spurlock sat straight in his chair. They are more base then the animals and cannot be suffered to live, do you understand?” She nodded. Imbecile. Wood's anxiety to please her distinguished guests speedily displayed itself in a very plentiful, if not very dainty repast.
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