The picture of her flashed across the doctor's vision magically. He used to call it his fire-escape—ha! ha! I've often used the ladder for my own convenience, but I never expected to turn it to such good account. Of course, at home there would have been questions. ‘It is not possible. There are many things which I do not understand. She was thinking fast now, all her senses on the alert. 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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