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” “Well?” Anna remarked calmly. It reminded her of one of the old tales her mother Marina had told her about a sculptor named Farhat. “Nothing. 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. The first peg was torture. That was Leonardo’s motto.
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