She slipped down the perfunctory flight of stairs, short because of the home’s split-level style. She brought the cups of cocoa back to the bedroom. She softened her tone and scrambled for the right words. I want to leave it for ever. 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. She was to be handed over with her dowry of three thousand Florins, plus her pet bird, six chickens, her mother’s fine linens, a small book of poetry. Think, ma’am.
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