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The Magdalene XIV. "You open it, Ruth. Her whole conduct and tone had been modest and ladylike. There’s something about you, a little flavor of Will, I suppose, that makes one feel—good luck about you and success. 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 doctor would never betray him. “For nothing, do you call it?” he declared.
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