She could feel her face turning beet red. After all, it came to him suddenly as a harsh discovery that she might be in a sense regarded as grownup. ” “Then how have you managed?” “Bother!” said Ann Veronica to herself, and tried not to look guilty. He won’t be in uniform. 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. She dived at once behind the cover of the lamproom and affected serious trouble with her shoe-lace until he was out of the station, and then she followed slowly and with extreme discretion until the bifurcation of the Avenue from the field way insured her escape. On this elevation a table was now placed, around which sat the turnkeys and their guests, regaling themselves on the fragrant beverage provided by the prisoner. Still it was possible, and the difficulty was only a fresh incitement.
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