‘Dolt! Muttonheaded oaf! Why the deuce couldn’t he have sent you home?’
Valade cut in at that. The world had grown
dark and wide, and she was very small. 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. The
moon had arisen, and everything could be as plainly distinguished as during the
day. But he has never been near her—never. She pulled her hand away quickly. "
"That child may be the means of saving me," muttered the stranger, as if struck
by a new idea: "I shall gain time by the expedient. I'm not
interested in him. En tout cas, I am not trespassing at all. The aunt laughed. This
extraordinary child had opened up an old channel through which it was no
longer safe to cruise.
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