’ Mrs Sindlesham abruptly sat up straighter in her chair. 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. "Rachel," said Mr. " "Can I have a word with you, master?" said Sheppard, approaching Wood. Wood obeyed. . Captain Roding strode into the parlour. “This isn’t furtive,” said Ann Veronica.
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