Over the mantel, set into an ornately carved panel with fluted columns at each end, was a portrait of a man on horseback. . No, don’t let me call myself that. S. A moment more and he would have been crushed beneath the ponderous board, when a slight but strong arm arrested its descent. Sheppard, fixing her glazing eyes upon him. But she was staring seaward and did not notice the offering. Part 7 Then one day a little thing happened that clothed itself in significance. Something seemed awry. She flung herself back into the bare little room, cold, empty, comfortless. I’ve made up my mind. Men had tried that before, but never until now had they been quick enough. 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.
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