” She found it difficult to begin thinking, and indeed she was anything but clear what it was she had to think about. Lucy cringed, her eyes widening. “I am going to fetch some things that will be wanted if he pulls through the next hour. It feels like too much gold-dust clutched in one’s hand. 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. Dear me, what a nuisance it is to have a pseudo husband shot down upon one from the skies.
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