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’ ‘What sort of “down on your luck”?’ asked Alderley. John did not see her until the last period. You are very lovely, Ruth. 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. She held out her arm straight before her, and turned her hand this way and that. If, around noon, a coconut proa landed, the boys made no effort to unload. ’ She drew a heavy breath. I do not blame you for the act. .
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