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 can't say," answered the fellow; "but I'll inquire from the sexton, William
Morgan. And, if I can render you
any service, you may command me. "
No sooner had Wood crept through the window, than nature gave way, and he
fainted. The lines about his mouth gradually
softened. At any rate, he began to deliberately personate him. "Tom," continued Kneebone, calling to the shop-boy, "don't go home. He kept at it even on those nights when the monsoon began to
break with heavy storms and he had to weight down with stones everything on
his table. The Goopes were
the oddest little couple conceivable, following a fruitarian career upon an upper
floor in Theobald’s Road. “And children must we women bear—
“Oh, damn!” she cried, as the hundred-and-first couplet or so presented itself
in her unwilling brain. This "fatal retreat for the unfortunate brave" was
marked by a low wooden railing, within which stood the triple tree. He sees men all
defiled by coarse thoughts, coarse ways of living cruelties.
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