I’m not Gerald, remember. She propped a pillow against his padded headboard and sat herself into a stiff upright position, legs expertly crossed. 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. ” She replied. ” “But how?” “I poured him out some port wine, and I said—let me see—oh, ‘You are going to be a grandfather!’” “Yes. Strict Catholics, and loyal to the backbone. My son is going to build a spaceship to Mars someday right in this room. "When you are stronger we'll go up to the cutwater and watch them from there. He was holding the ring to the light, and narrowly examining the inscription. ’ Gerald tutted. She looked at him gravely and squinted. You made that thing?” “From a kit.
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