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There was a fourth story; but he never told either Ruth or McClintock about this. Her body rose up to meet his in a
cat-like stretch and she smiled. ”
“The real, identical other,” said Capes, and took and bit the tip of her little
finger. One little minute with soap and water, voilà
tout. Wood. 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.
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