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He paused, with his eyes studying her gravely. 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. They do
not come for me, to find me and bring me home. ”
“How could you!” She exclaimed. At the door through which she had entered the room stood the so-called
Monsieur Valade.
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