“I came directly I was disengaged,” Anna answered. These interests her world promptly, through the agency of schoolmistresses, older school-mates, her aunt, and a number of other responsible and authoritative people, assured her she must on no account think about. 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. No Cantonese was in those days permitted to cross to the Sha-mien after sunset without a license. “Annabel?” he exclaimed.
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