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"I've counted ten coffins so far. The hills surrounded her cave
home protectively. The momentary alarm over, he threw a piece of-wash leather over a
bureau, so as to deaden the sound, and instantly broke it open with a small crowbar. "Hold hard," cried he,
addressing the waterman; "I'll give the gentleman a lift. He had let go his name so easily as that! What was the name she had
given? Ruth something; he could not remember. 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. I am your servitor. Prudence twinkled at them, and
reached out to pat Melusine’s hand. ” She had recognized the doorman as Sicilian
immediately. "
"That is your fault, none of mine.
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