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. He laid down the knife, and fixed a searching and distrustful gaze upon the writer, who continued his task, unconscious of anything having happened. He did his best not to grin. She’s obsessed with him, you know, totally obsessed. Ann Veronica forgot him as soon as she was through the gate, and her face resumed its expression of stern preoccupation.
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