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. org. He listened to the thunder of the fall now mingling with the roar of the blast; and, driven almost frantic by what he heard and saw, he pushed with all his force against the stone. “I don’t think I CAN do that,” she said. “Well,” he said, argumentatively, “it IS. Hilary started after her, but Gerald stopped him. It did not cheer or fortify him with false courage and recklessness; it simply enveloped him in a mist of unreality. ” Even in the glamour of Miss Brett’s assurance it seemed to Ann Veronica that this was, after all, no more than the gospel of Miss Miniver with a new set of resonances. He embraced her, kissing her cheek, then her neck. For four hours he had shifted his own troubles to the shoulders of these imaginative characters. " The phrase was new, but Ruth nodded understandingly. . ‘I went to see him because I thought he ought to know about you, having already been imposed upon by our friend Gosse. The air might be cool, but half an hour without head-gear was an invitation to sunstroke.
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