” The doors at the other end of the hall opened. ’ She halted, her pistol still held firm and straight, both hands gripping it, her expressive features at once determined and uncertain. 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. It was, in a way, something of a joke to the doctor: psychology and physiognomy on an island which white folks did not visit more than three or four times a year, only then when they had to. That dress she has on—my mother might have worn it. Do you mean to tell me you didn’t understand why I wanted you to come here?” “Not a bit of it,” said Ann Veronica stoutly. ‘I knew I should find you still here. She was dressed as a white woman should be; and that for the present satisfied her instincts. A note of belligerency had crept into his tone.
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