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. The
air became hot and swollen with June humidity. The occasion is worth a dash of the grape, lad. "
"But it is the sight of you!"
"All right, Hoddy. She
was beauty, the key of magic, the teacher of spells, the
predictor of wars, and the gate of the future. He was always word-building, a
metaphorist, lavish with singing adjectives; but often he built in confusion
because it was difficult to describe something beautiful in a new yet simple way.
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