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As he pocketed it, her open palm reached out and slapped his cheek. One might suppose him turning up; he knew a lot of clever people, and some of them might belong to the class. "But you've given me what I don't possess. It was high afternoon, there was no great throng of footpassengers, and many an eye from omnibus and pavement rested gratefully on her fresh, trim presence as she passed young and erect, with the light of determination shining through the quiet self-possession of her face. "Good night. I deserve pretty much what I’ve got. 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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