Gerald lost his head. He grabbed her wrist and prised the weapon from her fingers, ignoring her other hand that clawed at his to try to retain the trophy. They might applaud, or object, or interfere, but the drama was her very own. 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. “My God!” he said again. She threw out a hand to stop herself from cannoning into them and, losing balance, tripped over her own petticoats and fell to the carpeted floor, her hat falling off as she did so. “Anna! Thank God I have found you at last. Earles closed the piano with a little bang. ‘Well, sir, if I’ve to choose betwixt him and you, I’ll take you, no question. ’ Gerald frowned in an effort of memory, and then laughed as he recalled one of the lies she had invented for his benefit. " "Blessings upon him!" cried Lady Trafford, fervently.
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