Her eyes followed him. In his condition the boy apparently had been as safe as in the lock-up. “Who are YOU that the world should lie down at your feet? “You’ve got to be a decent citizen, Ann Veronica. 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. "Now your curiosity's satisfied, child," continued Kneebone, "perhaps, you'll attend to my orders. No police officers or lurking storms were anywhere in sight. “You must not think of me as one. There was a concerted gasp of shock from both the black-garbed lad and the coachman. It was as if she had come upon the beautiful marble façade of a fairy palace, was invited to enter, and behind the door—nothing. Superstition is the Chinese Reaper. ’ Gerald did not speak, but there was a look in his face that made Melusine glad she had at last had the courage to confide in him. Below was an uninspiring street, a thoroughfare of boarding-houses and apartments. He embraced her like her father once had.
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