Lucy blushed from toes to forehead, feeling her pace accelerate. ‘Gérard—’ ‘What now?’ he asked, rife with suspicion. It was then for the first time she remembered that she had said nothing to her sister of the man in the hospital. 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. I was standing near Jack at that awful moment, and beheld the look Wild fixed on him. “May I ask whether you are staying with friends in town?” he inquired deferentially. The joy of being loved thrilled her as nothing before had ever done, a curious abstract joy which had nothing in it at that moment of regret or even pity. It pained Lucy to see Mike eating so sparely. “Not a bit. His eyes caught at hers with passionate inquiries. ” She said, studying his face, which seemed to lose its childishness a little more with each day. I don’t want a family in the suburbs and Christmases at the Florida house and summers at the Hamptons. .
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