They almost made me feel like they were mine. Her voice shook, her eyes were very soft and melting. 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. In some instances she tantalizes the victim for years and mocks him in the end. "And yet—but it is only part of the chain of ill-luck that seems wound around me. I’m off to England. She drove me. Jack turned away with an aching heart. The evening was warm and inviting, one meant to be spent outdoors. A deadly sickness came over her, the room seemed spinning round.
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