" O'Higgins tore free the scarlet band of his perfecto, the end of which he bit off with strong white teeth, and smiled. EPOCH THE SECOND. “I say!” he said, without any movement. Still—you must learn for yourself. 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. Or appeared to do so.
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