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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 murdered them, John. Even
the abstract paintings on the wall were gray. Panic leapt into his eyes as he
brought his wrist up just in time to parry the blade. "You needn't gag me," he added, "I'll not cry out. ‘She?’
‘Damnation!’ He saw her frown, and added at once, ‘I beg your pardon,
ma’am. Mr. Grace à Leonardo, she could defend herself now!
Gosse was still attempting to manhandle the door, when she turned the key
and wrenched it open. She is, in her way, a dear.
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