’ ‘Wouldn’t you?’ ‘In Valade’s place, with so much at stake—and more perhaps than he thought, for if he goes to the lawyers he’s bound to find out about this house—’ Hilary said it for him. And then all her restlessness was turned to joy. She was going through with that, anyhow. He moved her dress from her shoulders and off her torso. Winifred, accordingly, left the room, and a servant being despatched to the nearest tavern, soon afterwards returned with a crown bowl of the ambrosian fluid. “Don’t befool me any more,” he answered, almost roughly. 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. Martin’s crush. Then began expostulations, preluded by a telegram and headed by her aunt. Mike and Shari sat at the kitchen table eating potato chips. Then a handkerchief was thrown over the cage, to prevent the bird from singing; it was her favourite canary.
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