He saw her, dripping with rosy pearls, rise out of the lagoon in the dawn light: he saw her flashing to and fro among the coco palms in the moonshine: he saw her breasting the hurricane, her body as full of grace and beauty as the Winged Victory of the Louvre. Too damned chickenhearted to confess to me he’d run off with the woman. What does it matter? It is here, and it is here to stay.
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