The poor things! Oh, it was quite dreadful. 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. So the talk went on. I do not think that you will dare to marry anybody else. I, too, want to understand—to walk with my head in the light. Taking the light, they then proceeded along the passage. But I never found any truth in the saying. “It means that I have had enough of this slavery,” she declared.
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