The same look she had often seen in the eyes of the
drunken beachcombers her father had brought home, and it had not filled her
with horror. . She
often found herself absorbed by watching the tall grass
undulate from the cave’s central doorway as solitary
hunters prowled for buffalo and stag on the plain. . 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 have
never spoken of these things to any human being. ‘So it is that you could not help it. It’s made up of things as small as the diameter of hairs and big
as life and death. You would want me to be clean,
if you gave me a thought, that is. They found out Cris had some
sort of criminal past, more child abuse stuff of course. Jack Sheppard's Quarrel with Jonathan Wild
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