‘I can manage now. I get along with my Mom sometimes, Lucy. She saw the moonlit waters, the black shadow of the proa, the moon-fire that ran down the far edge of the bellying sail, the silent natives: no sound except the slapping of the outrigger and the low sibilant murmur of water falling away from the sides—and the beating of her heart. “I’ve got—I have to tell you this to make myself clear—a streak of ardent animal in my composition. Do have some tea, won’t you? If you must, go then. She began to look for beauty and discover it in unexpected aspects and places. She went down, feeling rather than seeing the way. But we've got to cook up some kind of a story to protect her. For a moment she too had started and faltered in her exit from the room.
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