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. Recurrently she heard: "I don't know; I really don't know. “I knew of course that you were at the Montressor’s, but I had no idea that it was a music hall party afterwards. “You are mine, Annabel, and nothing shall ever make me give you up. ’ He added pointedly, ‘Early this morning that were. Some day I'm going to paint her; but that will be when I've retired. ‘To me, quickly!’ There was a brief hush, and then the shouts resumed and several pairs of feet clattered towards her from, as it seemed, several directions. David Courtlaw.
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