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She gained her room, and slammed her door and locked it as though she feared violence and pursuit. It was not possible. I don’t care! I’m glad I did. When I examined you for ‘ill humors’ I longed to run my hands over your entire body, to touch your face, to caress you in the places that would give you pleasure. “What has she told you?” “Everything. I don’t think they do matter. How long he sat there, reeling off this drivel, he never knew. 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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