”
“But why?”
“He’s married—and, I believe, living separated from his wife. "But your threats
won't prevent my leaving the room when I please, and as I please. The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's
sober; hands too shaky. 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. I saw her come out from the flat buildings two minutes before we entered
it last night. "If you'll write them, I'll illustrate them," observed Hogarth.
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