He lived on the seventh floor behind a winding set of hallways that towered over her in their grayness. Delight surged through her as her breasts, shoulders, and belly touched his naked flesh all at once. He opened the drawer of the writing table. 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. “Did you ever see women so weary-looking and so dowdy? They do not talk. ‘Come, come, ma’am,’ he said smiling. ‘Go and fetch her home,’ he said; ‘it isn’t what we thought! It’s just a practical joke of hers. ’ ‘Success?’ Her eyes narrowed. . " This business over, she returned to the bedside with the key.
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