‘And you come to me, thinking yourself half French, and expect me to take you in. “I wish he had,” she said. Diable. Assured, if he remained much longer where he was, he would inevitably perish, Wood recommended himself to the protection of Heaven, and began his perilous course. Practically. 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. ‘If you imagine you’re going to use one ungentlemanly act to manipulate me, you very much mistake the matter. “Not much,” he answered, “and yet about all there is to be known, I fancy. Free! All the fine ecstasy, without the numbing terror. He leaned towards her, laid his hand tenderly upon hers. Wood fared still worse. If ever I did meet a man I could love, I should love him”—her voice dropped again—“platonically. “You are magnificent,” she said, “but the steel of your truth is a little oversharpened.
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