“It’s a nice holiday. 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. But Jack was too nimble for him. ” “If you do not leave the room at once,” Anna answered calmly, “I shall ring the bell for a policeman. ’ She halted, her pistol still held firm and straight, both hands gripping it, her expressive features at once determined and uncertain. The light was poor, so that she saw their gleaming faces dimly and indistinctly. The same look she had often seen in the eyes of the drunken beachcombers her father had brought home, and it had not filled her with horror. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one.
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