“No reason. Terrific yells rent the air. I know. ’ ‘Gracious heaven, Gerald! If your dear mama could not drag you to the altar, I am hardly likely to succeed. To Ruth the thought of Hartford no longer projected upon her vision a city of spires and houses and tree-lined streets. Neither of these wards had beds, and the unfortunate inmates were obliged to take their rest on the oaken floor. 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.
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