" "I wish I could return the compliment, Terry. He must know she’ll be at a convent. 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. Heaven knows what dim and tawdry conceptions of passion and desire were in that blond cranium, what romance-begotten dreams of intrigue and adventure! but they sufficed, when presently Ann Veronica went out into the darkling street again, to inspire a flitting, dogged pursuit, idiotic, exasperating, indecent. “It was the night you left Paris. ‘Lucky I have you to keep me from Bedlam, then. "Come up by the packet?" "No; came up with The Tigress. . Bring the light this way—quick! I cannot decipher the signature. Knew something was up. She reads novels—and history—and all sorts of things.
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