“I thought they made knights of actors?” “They may of Hal some day,” said Gwen. ” “DUSTING!” said Miss Miniver, in a sepulchral voice. Time enough to do so when she has her affairs settled—if she can settle them. 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. Slowly a mirthless and very unpleasant smile dawned upon his face. She packed her backpack with a change of clothes, some rags, and her old length of piano wire. But it was hopelessly hard to put. But really it is much more than that. But I have two hundred thousand pounds.
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