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? Sa femme? That is
the game then? That she could dare to take my place, that salope. ”
“I don’t want absolution. “All right?” he asked. It isn’t such fun as it seems. I seek chaos,
but not out of choice. ”
That night was the most intolerable one that Ann Veronica had ever spent. Ben had
scarcely adjusted his oars, when the gleam of a lantern was seen moving towards
the bank.
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