She has power over men’s fates in more ways than one. ‘You’re right. Pragmar, the wholesale druggist, who lived three gardens away, and who had been mowing his lawn to get an appetite for dinner, standing in a fascinated attitude beside the forgotten lawn-mower and watching her intently. He stood with his hands in his pockets looking at Miss Klegg’s back. 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. Who is to say that I am not André Valade, an obscure relation of the late vicomte. Glancing towards him she saw that a shadow had fallen upon his face. ‘Where are you taking me?’ she asked, assuming a fearful accent. ‘It looked to me as if he was playing games with Madame Valade,’ Lucilla said frankly.
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