”
She stopped. Think how free that leaves me to follow things up! I
must take you everywhere. ”
“Oh, I might,” he answered, “have gone further still. But she certainly remembered that when she was a
little girl he sometimes wore tennis flannels, and also rode a bicycle very
dexterously in through the gates to the front door. Ann Veronica was lying on her bed in a darkling room staring at the ceiling. 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.
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