“Maru,” said Lygon, “you can take away these glasses—but, one moment, Maru, tell this gentleman your story.”
“The islands of the sea are many,” said Maru, like a child repeating a lesson. He paused for a moment as though trying to remember some more, then he passed out of the lamplight with the glasses.
“A year ago he remembered the whole story,” said Lygon.
But for me the whole story lay in those words, that voice, those trembling hands that seemed still searching for what the eyes could see no more.