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Tombs were desecrated, beautiful statues toppled, and the colorful shops that she had been enchanted by along the canal had been closed or burned. ” 74 She hung up the phone. ” “Girls!” cried Ann Veronica. 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. "Adieu, my worthy uncle. For a space he rode the whirligig. “You wish me to stay?” he asked, in a low tone. She was strong, not unlike a pack mule or a camel; she thought to herself and smirked. ” The man’s face was dark with passion.
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