The idea of leaving for Mexico
had become unbearable, as he was so easy to like and
perhaps even easier to love. "
"I ought to add," continued Winifred, "that one of her shoes was picked up in the
garden, and that prints of her feet were discovered along the soft mould; whether
made in flying from any one, or from rushing forth in distracted terror, it is
impossible to say. Please sit down, Miss
—dear me, I haven’t asked you your name yet. I just thought perhaps a different boy was in store
for you. 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. It ought not to be much.
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