“I must take them,” she said, to help herself over her own incredulity. There wasn’t, I know, between myself and my father. She never forced the issue, it was their father’s job. Cocked hats and buckled swords spoke of rank. She opened her eyes. . 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. Something has changed her tremendously. The only thing they don’t fight over is the addition.
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