"But, perhaps, he has not got beyond the room above. John moved closer to her, getting up from his roost by one bench, he joined her at the bench where she sat. But, holy smoke!—the Yale spirit in…. From the sounds of it, he was better off dead. ’ ‘Now that’s where you’re wrong. The man pulled up his horse grumbling, and turned round. Gosse, if he had any sense, would immediately seek out the Remenham lawyers. 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. During the narration Jack's features lighted up, and an expression, which would have been in vain looked for in repose, was instantly caught and depicted by the skilful artist. “It—it—must come,” she faltered. He impetuously grasped a hold of her hand, looking for a callous. ” It was rare that Ann Veronica used hansoms, and to be in one was itself eventful and exhilarating. He could not pull her soul apart now to satisfy that queer absorbing, delving thing which was his literary curiosity; he had put her outside that circle.
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