“And we will sail that splendor wide, From day to day together, From isle to isle of happiness Through year’s of God’s own weather. I’m minded to take a whip and beat some sense into you. 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. I have a different game to play; and it'll be your own fault, if you don't come off the winner. It came into her head with real emotional force that this must be some particularly fantastic sort of dream.
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