They were talking of “Alcide,” as they often did in those days. 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. ” He hesitated, and went off at a tangent. She became exceptionally considerate and affectionate with her father and aunt, and more and more concerned about the coming catastrophe that she was about to precipitate upon them. All was darkness, horror, confusion, ruin. The policeman raised his voice, slightly agitated. Gerald instantly took her arm and guided her back to her chair. It reminded her of one of the old tales her mother Marina had told her about a sculptor named Farhat.
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