. I’m making a mess of my life— unless you come in and take it. Even after this woman had gone, it seemed to Ruth that the room was kindlier than it had ever been. By the will of Mr. Selfishness. 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. “Leave them!” He yelled. " Sir Rowland moved irresolutely towards the door, but recoiled before a sad spectacle. Gerald frowned. "Farewell!" cried Jack, embracing them.
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