“Yes, but maybe later. "So
get up, and leave off whimpering. And Ann Veronica walked
beside him, trying in vain to soften her heart to him by the thought of how she
had ill-used him, and all the time, as her feet and mind grew weary together,
rejoicing more and more that at the cost of this one interminable walk she
escaped the prospect of—what was it?—“Ten thousand days, ten thousand
nights” in his company. Sheppard, he turned to quit the
churchyard. 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. "Few stay more than a day. I’m not half smart enough for the West End. She attacked me with a carving-knife, and,
when I had disarmed her, the jade bit off a couple of fingers from my left hand.
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