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. "Forgive me—oh, forgive me!" "Forgive you—bless you!" she gasped. "Come along! We'll start that concert right away. This lover of yours—” “He doesn’t know!” cried Ann Veronica. She did not open the Bible but laid it on the edge of the bed, knelt and rested her forehead upon the worn leather cover. How she had coveted her mother’s beauty and sought to emulate it, if only to please her. It was an oldfashioned peasant blouse, white, square necked, and trimmed with lace. “Have you heard things?” The tears stood in her eyes.
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