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She’d prefer that I read classic literature, of course, but she only reads paperback romance novels, so she can’t exactly complain. "Yes, sir," said McClintock, as he sat down; "that's South Sea stuff, that yarn of yours. " "I know not how to act," exclaimed Jack, almost driven to desperation. Could you pull over? She asked. I do not say guest because that suggests friendship; and I am no friend of this Wastrel. It's your eagerness that bothers me. Dieu du ciel, what was it? She turned slowly, listening for the direction of the sound. Between Canton and Hartford two giants had risen, invisible but menacing— Fear and Doubt. The youth with his hair like Russell cleared his throat and said rather irrelevantly that he knew a man who knew Thomas Bayard Simmons, who had rioted in the Strangers’ Gallery, and then Capes, finding them all distinctly pro-Ann Veronica, if not profeminist, ventured to be perverse, and started a vein of speculation upon the Scotchman’s idea—that there were still hopes of women evolving into something higher. She thought her niece very hard and very self-possessed and self-confident. His literary instincts were reviving. Instead of English villas and cottages there were chalets and Italian-built houses shining white; there were lakes of emerald and sapphire and clustering castles, and such sweeps of hill and mountain, such shining uplands of snow, as she had never seen before. “Here goes,” he said. Shari laughed hysterically and was promptly shushed by Larry from the next room. 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.

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