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She had slept badly at first in a long chair next to the fire waiting for him to return, but caught on after that. From the portals of the hotel—scarcely fifty yards from the canal—one saw the blank face of the ancient city of Canton. . 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. He flung open the door and cast a quick glance round.
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