The morning swims in the lagoon had thickened the red corpuscle. She raided their settlements in shifts, staggering her kills from tribe to tribe, undiscriminating of their petty politics. I did not care—no woman really cares—to play the beggar maid to your King Cophetua. ‘Espéce de diable,’ she screamed. She waited expectantly.
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