She warmed to him fast, her anger was much harder to carry than the pleasant everyday neutrality of affection. It was rude and disrespectful to raise her eyes to him, her mother had warned. He was draining a glass, and as he set it down he shuddered. Aunt and niece regarded each other silently. Alarmed by the noise of the scuffle, Quilt and Sharples rushed to the assistance of their comrade. We already had a place to mislay blame. I am bothered. 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.
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