"Whose house do you want, master?" said the man, touching his hat. We've ridden post all the way, and I'm horribly tired, or you wouldn't have mastered me so easily. She found the silence comforting, as old people often do. It was her figure, her style of dress, her manner of arranging the hair. ‘Shocked you, have I? We weren’t mealy-mouthed in my day, my boy. 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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