I won’t tolerate any foreign tongue in this house, least of all that confounded French. With thinly veiled glee, Michelle described a rumor she had heard about John at a recent party. Frequently he would take up a box of talc and send a shower down his back, or fill his palms with the powder and rub his face and arms and hands. The change in her face was not a pleasant one. 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. The worst was over now. Women who Dids, and all that kind of thing. "Hands off!" she exclaimed, "or you'll repent it.
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