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. People of your sort—I don’t want the instincts to—to rush our situation. There was no reason why she shouldn’t be his restrained and dignified friend. You won’t want to be late the first evening, and it’s ten minutes past seven now. I don’t care if you never tell me any of your secrets. ” “I want you to turn me. When he begins to notice things, I want you to trap his interest, to amuse him, keep his thoughts from reverting to his misfortunes. More than ever Sir John was glad that he had sat down. ’ ‘Did no one know, then?’ ‘No, for the vicomte, we learned later, wrote to General Lord Charvill in pursuit of his sister.
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