“You are a funny, a very funny young lady,” he said, “but we waste time here. I am quite sure though that they did not mean to be rude. She was a lovely girl, attired in deep mourning, and having an expression of profound sorrow on her charming features. ‘I must, for that the pig has already gone to monsieur le baron. 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. I can't spare you at present. There'll be busy days and idle.
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