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Title: The island of regeneration : a story of what ought to be
Year: 1910 (1910s)
Authors: Brady, Cyrus Townsend, 1861-1920 Kinney, Margaret West, b. 1872 Kinney, Troy, 1871-1938 Dodd, Mead & Company. pbl
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Publisher: New York : Dodd, Mead and Company
Contributing Library: Duke University Libraries
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uld have been his recollection if his retrospectivefaculties had been developed, that he had ever feltthe touch of a womans hand, of any human handupon him. Noticing his peculiar demeanor in the, to her,perfectly natural situation, the woman, summoningsome of the remains of the reserve of force whichis in every human body until life is gone, releasedhis arm and stared about her, leaning against thetrunk of the nearest palm. This time, and for thefirst time, she took in that great expanse of sea,lonely yet beautiful, upon which her eyes were tolook so often. Out of the deep and the night shehad come. Into what deep and into what day hadshe arrived? She turned and surveyed the shore. The beachcurved sharply to the right and to the left, the longbarrier reef following roughly is contour untilthe land obscured it on either side. Back of herstretched a grove of palms and back of that rosea hill; its crest, bare and craglike, towered above asea of verdure. Through a chance vista she saw the
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HE HELD IX HIS HAND FRUIT OF SOME KIND. ... It MIGHT H.AVE BEEN POISON. WHAT M.ATTERED IT? The Island li mass of rock as a mountain peak. On one side ofher high precipitous cliffs ran down close to theshore and shut out the view. Over them water fellto the beach. Save In the person of the man beside her therewas not an evidence of humanity anywhere. Nocurl of smoke rose above the trees. No distant callof human voices smote the fearful hollow of herear. The breeze made music In the tall palms andIn the thick verdure farther up the hillside, birdssang softly here and there, but about her a tropic still-ness prevailed, to which the great heaving diapason onthe distant barriers was a foundation of sound uponwhich to build a lonely quiet. Human beings theremight be, there must be, on that Island, If Island Itwere; but If so, they must be abiding on the fartherside. She and the man were alone. Standing on her feet, with a slight renewal of herstrength from what she had eaten and drunk, thew

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