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. Away off in the fields the bluesmocked peasants bent still at their toil. “One has such ridiculous ideas of the wicked common people and the beautiful machinery of order that ropes them in. Romance! The romance of passing faces, of wires that carried voices and words to the far ends of the world, of tremendous mechanisms that propelled ships and trains! And, oh the beautiful books! She swiftly knelt upon the floor and once more gathered the books to her heart. The next moment, a heavy plunge told that the fugitive had been consigned to the waves. The executioner shook his head. It was, Ann Veronica felt, as a sip or so of that remarkable blend warmed her blood, just the sort of thing that her aunt would not approve, to be lunching thus, tete-a-tete with a man; and yet at the same time it was a perfectly innocent as well as agreeable proceeding. "Couldn't you speak to him?" "What?—and be insulted for my trouble? No, thank you!" "That is it. Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels.
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