”
“Young? I am twenty-four. Spurlock advanced,
the censer swung high. “So your father brought you here to live in the States?”
John asked. After he had eaten dinner with Ruth, he
had gone to McClintock's; and he had heard music such as he had heard only in
the great concert halls. He was full of fabulous stories, not just
tales of his own past in Rome but wonderful fables from
the mysterious Orient and the ancient Greeks, old jokes
and yarns that only he remembered. I need a
white man, if only to talk to; and it will be a god send to talk to someone of your
intelligence. Late in July he finished the fourth story. People, nobody, can do
as they like in this world. “You may not leave. Stanley went on, “but there are things—
there are stories about Ramage. Has he given you the tools?"
"He has," replied Bess, producing the handkerchief. 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. "Hell's curses!" roared Jonathan. Come up stairs, and take a glass of brandy.
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