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. ‘How do you do, my lord? I am Lucilla Froxfield. Nature is a mother; her sympathies have always been feminist, and she has tempered the man to the shorn woman. “You must tell me the truth, please. Voices floated down, but there was no sound of pursuit. Please don’t tell anyone, mister. She reeled in excitement, she unzipped his pants while kissing him, trying not to let herself stop touching him as she unclothed him.
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