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She reached the station, and mingling with a crowd of excursionists who had
come from the river on the other side, took her place in the train unnoticed. “In any case, there is
probably some mistake. They had cried a little, both. ‘Gerald, what have you been about? Dorothée tells me that you were
flirting outrageously with Madame Valade on Monday night. Mother and Son. 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. When he saw, his roars could be heard across the
lagoon. That’s why I come to tell you. The race began once more; but this time Ruth knew that there would be no
escape. But David Courtlaw has been here. So often as she had herself
manipulated a dagger, she could not mistake the shape that pressured across her
chest, or the sharp point that dug below her bosom.
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