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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. His red hair marked him, cut short into a round shape that had the texture of a Brillo pad. ’ The core of hurt rose up, tearing at her insides. "My name will only be remembered as that of a robber," he mused; "but it shall be remembered as that of a bold one: and this night's achievement, if it does nothing else, shall prevent me from being classed with the common herd of depredators. "Is she married?" he asked, after a brief pause. ” “Wait? For what?” She replied. It would be swindling. My engagement at the ‘Garrick’ terminates Saturday week, and then I am free. It was perfectly logical. A very small settlement, mostly natives. She put her head out of the window. ‘It was your son who left the place empty then?’ he asked. It must be the dawn creeping in. Fate! You are so frank so splendid! “I’m taking this calmly now,” he said, almost as if he apologized, “because I’m a little stunned.

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