At the Palazzo, the cook’s cook had a team of servants under him. They were the three most beautiful women I had ever seen. For a short time they allowed me to share the warmth of their lives. 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. But she was relentless. “You will be so late. We all have to kow-tow to that. When next he asked for her, some twelve hours later, he was told that Mademoiselle had left.
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