“Holy shit!” Giggling and snickering was amplified by asbestos tiles and reverberated by metal desks. " "Well, think no more about it," returned Thames. 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. Since the discovery of them, she had been madly eager to read these typewritten tales. Ruth was strong in body and soul. “Maybe someday I can look them up again, just to see how they are doing. ‘I thank you. " Upon which he drew the trigger of the pistol, which, luckily for the individual against whom it was aimed, flashed in the pan. I will no longer be a burthen to those upon whom I have no claim, but compassion.
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