She would rend him limb from limb like a fiend if only she could move. She unlaced his pants and slid them down his hips, examining him as he stood before her naked. His looks were fixed on his old benefactor. He did not care whether the stories were accepted or not. ‘—and I love your raven hair, and your bright blue eyes, and your very kissable lips—’ suiting the action to the words ‘—and I love the crazy way you speak English, and the way you curse at me. All this— the island and its affairs—was an old story; but her own peculiar distaste had vanished to a point imperceptible, for she was seeing the island through her husband's eyes, as in the future she would see all things. If I had never met anything of you at all but a scrap of your skin binding a book, Ann Veronica, I know I would have kept that somewhere near to me. So that it seemed to her the whole world had changed —the very light of it had changed.
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