At last in a street near the Hampstead Road she hit upon a room that had an exceptional quality of space and order, and a tall woman with a kindly face to show it. 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 became more assertive, more defiant. They had much to talk about, or rather Miss Prudence had. A deadly sickness came over her, the room seemed spinning round. ’ The snaking suspicion rolled through his mind again. Queens and Kings, as always, were made to be manipulated. And he departed, just as Wood, who had become alarmed by Thames's long absence, made his appearance with a blunderbuss in his hand.
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