’ With an unexpected flush of pleasure, he recalled the girl’s antics. She might scream until her voice failed; the natives would not come to her aid; they never meddled with the affairs of the whites. No matter how often she came across this phase in love stories, there was never anything explanatory: as if all human beings perfectly understood. I have recently made your sister’s acquaintance, and in the course of conversation I understood from her that her Christian name was Anna. ” “You remembered. He needed to laugh, but only she laughed as he chuckled weakly. “You are unjust and quixotic, Anna, you have no right to treat any one as you are treating me. ” She repeated, as if she answered an objector: “A sort of blacklegging. ‘She knows what she’s up against. ‘It is you who is the fool,’ she threw at him, whipping round again. It was for ever. Who says that I am not Meysey Hill? I was trying to scare you. She had, by the magic of recollection, set the picture of the typhoon between herself and her table companions: the terrible rollers thundering on the white shore, the deafening bellow of the wind, the bending and snapping palms, the thatches of the native huts scattering inland, the blur of sand dust, and those two outcasts defying the elements.
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