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. There was no way to
warn her of his presence without startling her. “Good evening, Dorling,” he said. But that was all over. I quickly ingratiated myself to Gianfrancesco, playing
on his insecurities, drawing from his need for more and
more power. "
While Mr. ”
He stood before the door. The clouds
were nearly black with rain, threatening to spill sleet in
daggers and torrents. "There's the exact expression I want.
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