“It’s a
matter of feeling with me. "We'll give them the slip yet, and hang
that butcherly thief-taker upon his own gibbet. “You frighten me!”
He smiled at her indulgently. Moving swiftly to the end of the corridor, he pushed
open a door at random and entered a large room, which looked to have been a
saloon, judging from the faded gilt and crimson wall-paper, a mirror above the
fireplace which was surrounded by an ornate gilded frame, now sadly tarnished,
and a worn Chippendale sofa with striped upholstery and tasselled cushions. "
"Uh-huh. Rot, no doubt; but we can’t alter
it. I've combed HongKong. He talked very little and rather absently. Those are all nice things, but it’s not what I want. “Did you ever see women so weary-looking
and so dowdy? They do not talk. I almost died from this flu. ”
“For you. My little maidservant will think that I am lost. "Of course," rejoined the bystander, who had just spoken, and who was of a
cynical turn,—"the greater the rascal, the better they like him. 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.
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