Then she stepped back into the empty room and stood for a moment looking down upon the scattered fragments of her last canvas. “I want,” he said, with a white hand outstretched, “to take you out to tea. I've already got some college credits 40 from my gifted courses. That was supposed to be Madame Valade. Tears sprang to her eyes. “I expect it is pretty well in shreds by now. She saw the moonlit waters, the black shadow of the proa, the moon-fire that ran down the far edge of the bellying sail, the silent natives: no sound except the slapping of the outrigger and the low sibilant murmur of water falling away from the sides—and the beating of her heart.
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