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“John, that is what you say now. Her thoughts were busy with the possibilities of this break in her journey. Only one thing emerged with any reasonable clarity in her mind at once, and that was that unless she was saved from drowning by an unmarried man, in which case the ceremony is unavoidable, or totally destitute of under-clothing, and so driven to get a trousseau, in which hardship a trousseau would certainly be “ripping,” marriage was an experience to be strenuously evaded. A little inn flying a Swiss flag nestles under a great rock, and there they put aside their knapsacks and lunched and rested in the mid-day shadow of the gorge and the scent of resin. Out of the beaten track! He must not appear too eager. C below. 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. There could not, he decided, possibly be two girls so much alike. It would not be possible otherwise to live in daily contact with this level-eyed, lovely girl without loving her. He could talk to her as frankly as he could to a man, that she would not take offence at anything so long as it was in the form of explanation. The campaign’s a success. That was the inconvenience of it; her head was swimming.
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