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. "Who isn't it like?" he asked, endeavouring to gain possession of the drawing, which, af the sound of his footstep, she crushed between her fingers. Her gaze flickered down to his pistol. ” Ann Veronica started from her reverie, sat up in her chair, became attentive. “Well!” she declared good-humouredly. ” “Why?” “If I were bad at it, you would be on your way to the hospital by now.
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