whirlwind

For the next sixty-nine evenings he would be dining in cheviot and worsted at dubious _table d’hôtes_, at whirlwind lunch counters, on sandwiches and beer in his hall-bedroom.

Anne, bursting into tears, rushed to the hall door, slammed it until the tins on the porch wall outside rattled in sympathy, and fled through the hall and up the stairs like a whirlwind.