*** Madame la Comtesse de St Erme regarded the English major with a lacklustre eye, Gerald thought. ’ ‘Do not make a game with me,’ she interrupted, gripping her underlip firmly between her teeth to stop the threatening laughter. ‘We don’t know who she is. White said. She was at the end of girlhood and on the eve of a woman’s crowning experience. "Oh lord! I hope not. 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.
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