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Ruth did not resent the use of her mind and body in this tale of adventure. Stanley went on, “but there are things— there are stories about Ramage. “I don’t want to take up your time. At one moment, it seemed as if the flying bark was about to put to shore. "His life—or yours?" "No one shall harm you more, my dear," cried Lady Trafford. Perhaps in the beginning the women made fools of themselves over him. He knew that he could translate literally. She regarded him coldly, as though wondering whether he had anything further to say. She roves the blue fields of the North, with the clean North Wind on her lips and her blonde head jewelled with frost— mocking valour and hardihood! Out of the West she comes, riding the great ships and the endless steel ways that encompass the earth, and smoke comes with her and the glare of furnace fires—commerce! From the East she brings strange words upon her tongue and strange raiment upon her shoulders and the perfume of myrrh—antiquity! But oh! when she springs from the South, her rosy feet trailing the lotus, ripe lequats wreathing her head, in one hand the bright torch of danger and in the other the golden apples of love, with her eyes full of sapphires and her mouth full of pearls! "With her eyes full of sapphires and her mouth full of pearls. " "I mean to say, Sir," answered Mrs. Ann Veronica paused before she answered. As he lay on his back, he fancied himself gradually slipping off the platform. All your faults are just jolly modelling to make you real and solid. 195 < 24 > A CITY IN GREECE, 589 B. 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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