It is we who have become the parasites and toys. Their small talk continued. And that’s why I’m at your service. He was always in a state of semi-intoxication, but he was always gentle with me. That there would eventually be a lover Ruth knew; and she waited his appearance upon the scene, waited with an impatience which was both personal and literary. . 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. "No"—as if her thoughts were elsewhere. She held out both her hands. "Your audacity passes belief," cried the latter, as soon as his surprise would allow him utterance. It isn’t. Her hair, once red, faded to a thin gray that she kept cut into a practical short bob.
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