“I feel fat! I already gained five pounds last week because I was stuck in bed with my ear infection. 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 chuckled. Who is she, I say?” “My sister!” Annabel faltered. " The Wastrel laughed. They always get back together. \" Michelle said ruefully. The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street. Master, your humble servant.
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