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Do you have family that I should
ask?”
“Oh, Julian! No, my family is dead, lost. Every home is a little recess, a niche, out of the world of
business and competition, in which women and the future shelter. Wild had a narrow escape lately, in that affair of Captain Darrell," observed
Shotbolt. “Forgive me,” he
decided to say at last, and his voice had a little quiver of emotion, and he laid his
hand on hers upon her knee. Egad! I shall make a good thing of
it. "You've got him?" demanded Ireton. 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. Perhaps at the first blush—it strikes you as odd. A little inn flying a Swiss
flag nestles under a great rock, and there they put aside their knapsacks and
lunched and rested in the mid-day shadow of the gorge and the scent of resin.
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