She knew, or guessed his mission too, for more than once their eyes met, and she laughed mockingly at him. 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. She became aware of his presence as she had never been aware of any human being in her life before. "Come to me!" cried the poor maniac, who had crawled as far as the chain would permit her,—"come to me!" she cried, extending her thin arm towards him. But she perceived that to tell Manning of her Ramage adventures as they had happened would be like tarring figures upon a water-color. Remain at the door, Nab," he added, loitering for a moment behind the others, "and let no one in, or out. I have come thirteen thousand miles for this young fellow; I'm ready to go galloping thirteen thousand more. . Wood, in his Sunday habiliments and Sunday buckle. " "What for?" demanded the turnkey. She raided their settlements in shifts, staggering her kills from tribe to tribe, undiscriminating of their petty politics.
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