Anna picked up an ancient magazine, and began to turn over the pages in a leisurely way. Instinct had forced her to create something out of rags to satisfy a mysterious craving. She had to wait some minutes in an outer office, wherein three young men of spirited costume and appearance regarded her with ill-concealed curiosity and admiration. "I haven't offended you?"—not contritely but curiously. 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. "But are you really there?" "No, I'm here," answered Jack, leaping down. “But who’s going to pay for the room?” “I’ve got money,” said Ann Veronica. Ennison with my sister last night.
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