’ Melusine had crossed to the window that overlooked the front of the house, and was trying to peep through a crack in the shutters. 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. My poor brain is so mixed, dear, I hardly know what I am saying.
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