She sensed he might try and wane on her doorstep. “His stipend forbade it,” she said, and seemed to fall into a train of thought. “He’d better treat you right this time or I’ll pulverize him, you hear?” Lucy gave in to the hug. 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 paused for a moment. ‘To where has he gone off?’ ‘No use asking me,’ shrugged the captain. On the right, stood a bulky figure, with a broken rattle hanging out of his great-coat pocket, who held up a lantern to his battered countenance to prove to the spectators that both his orbs of vision were darkened: on the left, a meagre constable had divested himself of his shirt, to bind up with greater convenience a gaping cut in the arm. She looked steadfastly out. She could not see any relief from this anxiety except repayment, and repayment seemed impossible. Lonesomeness isn't my worry. ” He rowed a stroke and watched the swirl of water from his oar broaden and die away. At the same time she was wildly exultant at the resolution she had taken, the end she had made to her blunder.
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