Egad! I shall make a good thing of it. . . ‘Well, shan’t I come to the major’s house up Stratton Street, sir?’ ‘I’ll give the major your report, Trodger. To perdition with them all. But I am not worthy to be any man's wife —far less his wife. Gerald stayed him. Her glasses moved quickly as her glance travelled from face to face. 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. Well, this was the side of the world where things like that happened.
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