The vicomte has, he say, enough femmes in his hands. Annabel shook her head. Leonardo would not have married her. 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. Lady Palsworthy liked Ann Veronica because she was never awkward, had steady eyes, and an almost invariable neatness and dignity in her clothes. I mean that the point is that vividness of perception is the essential factor of beauty; but, of course, vividness may be created by a whisper. If a certain kink in your sense of honour will not permit you to go to her as a lover, go to her as a comrade. There is something sensual in the thought of lotus flowers.
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