” “Are you a detective or a doctor?” she asked calmly. Lucia had never been so happy, so content. 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. But—Miss Pellissier!” “Well?” “Are you quite sure that you want us this evening? Wouldn’t you rather be alone? Just say the word, and we’ll clear out like a shot. John was acutely focused upon her now, just as she had wanted him to be. She felt her own body stir, ready for more.
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