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. ’ A tiny giggle escaped her, and she lowered the pistol a trifle. She could not go to him with a preachment against strong drink; she knew from experience that such a plan would be wasted effort.
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