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. Darrell stopped, and drew his sword. “At a boarding-house?” he gasped. You see, I kidnapped poor Jack and made him promise to send me word if you went careering off anywhere.
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