He was yellow and coarse of hair; flea-bitten, too; and even as he smiled at Ruth and wagged his stumpy tail, he was forced to turn savagely upon one of these disturbers who had no sense of the fitness of things. 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. “John, you were never bound to me, you don’t owe me anything. She was, she guessed, close to the library. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. " Then he looked at Ruth. I’ll kill you, Sheila, and I’ll kill her too. ‘This we will leave. I sit back now, letting life slip by and musing upon it; and I find my loneliness sweet. Anything that drew attention to her must be avoided.
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