I looked upon you from the first as the most promising of my pupils. ‘You said she was beautiful. '—'Pretty well,' says I; 'you're not badly off at the Friars, for that matter. Your adoptive father understands mankind better. On the second day out he was helped to a steamer-chair on deck; on the third day, his arm across Ruth's shoulder, he walked from his chair to the foremast and back. But we smirk a little, I’m afraid, habitually when we talk to you. 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. \" She said. ‘And if not her, for she is dead, then me. He had promised her some books, for she had voiced her hunger for stories. "I eat for both.
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