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But all of that was forgotten. The boy had all kinds of opportunity; but it's the old story of father making it too easy. ‘Indeed?’ Gerald said politely. 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. Her usual dignified reserve had availed her nothing. ‘She’s an eviltempered little termagant, yes, but there’s no malice aforethought. ” “They were my posters,” Annabel said.
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