"Here, Bess, give me the cord, and I'll tie him to this chest of drawers. Eh bien, we shall see. "Put it under my pillow," he said. "Patience Kite has lured him to Enfield on a false scent after Blueskin. It was not only Leonardo who had instilled in her this distrust of men. I do not even know his name. It did not shock her; it amazed her, interested her beyond measure. 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. My foster mom works there as a second job. Go for it. He was accustomed to such surprises, and enjoyed them.
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