"And, oh! forgive me, though I can never forgive myself, for the misery I have caused you. ’ Then she whisked from the room, hearing Lucilla utter a delighted squeal as she closed the door behind her. ’ ‘Ah, you know about that, then?’ ‘That much, yes. I am aware that you ran away from there, but—’ ‘Certainly I ran away,’ she said, meeting his gaze with defiance in her own. 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. “We’ll go together. To-night they say he will be conscious. and those two beggars laughing as they breasted death! Girl, you've gone and done it!" He leaned down and caught her by the hand, and then raced with her to the bungalow.
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