The Passionate Sinner
“@page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } CHAPTER FIVEAs the afternoon waned the winds had reached such force that Paul estimated they must be tearing across the ocean and the island at the rate of fifty to sixty miles an hour, and they still hadn’t reached the peak of their intensity. The ocean swell would be terrific, he told Merlin, the sea rising to meet the rain-drenched skies in a kind of cauldron that a gigantic ladle would be stirring round and round in an anti-clockwise motion.‘Do you think we might be in the eye of the storm?’ she asked him.‘The devil’s eye,’ he drawled, cheroot smoke pluming from his lips. ‘If so it will come like a clap of doom and there will be no time for goodbye or regret. Put another record on the gramophone, mevrouw. Let us stay as cheerful as possible, and those old recordings help to drown out some of the noise.’He had found the ancient wind-up machine in the den, along with a box of equally old-fashioned records and they had pass...ed some of the time playing them.MoreLess
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