And instead of accepting the situation gratefully, he felt vaguely hurt! One evening in September a proa rasped in upon the beach. 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. ‘Lord in heaven, did I do that?’ exclaimed Gerald remorsefully. ” “I’m curious. I hated him. I—I am a lovesick idiot, and not accountable for my actions. ” She said. "My head fairly turns round. ” She trailed off as the smell hit her nose. So, bloody but unbeaten, weak and spent but undaunted, he waited for the Wastrel to spring up. I just wanted a breath of air.
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