"Whose child can this be?" "How the devil should I know!" replied Jonathan gruffly. “NOW!” said Ann Veronica. With trembling fingers she opened the post-bag. 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. \" He commented heartily, wiping the sweat from his brow with his hand. At once there came an answering knock. "Ruth?" "Hoddy!" she cried. "That'll teach you to keep a civil tongue in your head for the future," observed Thames, as he helped Jack to his feet. There were two of them. She said she hoped she had not distressed him by the course she had felt obliged to take, and he told her not to be a fool. ’ ‘Idiot.
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