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. “What made you think” he said, abruptly, with the gleam of avidity in his face, “that love makes people happy?” “I know it must. Her figure was perfect,—tall, graceful, rounded,—and, then, she had deep liquid blue eyes, that rivalled the stars in lustre. With the aid of a penknife he ripped the shoulder seams and drew out the ten one-thousand dollar bills.
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