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“You look nice today, Lucy. 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. Having ascertained that Thames was at his heels, he hurried with his ghastly burthen down Seacoal Lane. ‘This we will leave. “It’s either now or never,” she said to herself. Inside was Anna, leaning a little forward to watch the passers-by, bright-eyed, full to the brim of the insatiable curiosity of youth—the desire to understand and appreciate this new world in which she found herself. It was very much like a real house, with one central stalagmite that looked like a column and a waterfall that served when she wanted to bathe. It was a look that accorded very well with the hayloft setting that had come to mind. As he looked in this direction, Wild gave him a significant wink, the meaning of which he was not slow to comprehend.
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