’ She focused on Gerald’s face. " "That fiend is ever in my path," exclaimed Mrs. Youth finds it pleasant sometimes to be melancholy. Under the somewhat trying incandescent light her cheeks pleaded guilty to a recent use of the powder puff. 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. Montague Hill was taken for the millionaire once or twice, and I suppose it flattered his vanity. These particulars are familiar to all, who have any title to the knowledge. Well, one must hope, that was all.
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