I must go to-night, or I shall never behold him again. Drummond was telling me about the way old Ferringhall rounded upon them all at the club. "Adieu, my worthy uncle. He beamed a little as she disappeared into the orchestra room, a cacophony of tuning instruments. One night she apparently fell asleep. He was brooding over her, she could sense it, and the shadowy circles around his lovely dark eyes bespoke a terrible ongoing insomnia. She was a trained being—trained by an implacable mother to one end. The sergeant had not seen it for he understood nothing of what she told him. 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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