The chamber, into which he stole, like all carpenters' workshops, was crowded with the implements and materials of that ancient and honourable art. 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. Why do I want him so badly? Why do I want him, and think about him, and fail to get away from him? “It isn’t all of me. Annabel had been here then. But she no longer felt Jacomo’s age, even if she looked it.
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