You must wait till supper's over. The trio of girls approached the newly laid cement curb, where throngs of young girls in pink lip-gloss fanned and preened like peacocks as rich boys circled round, revving the engines of their father's red cars. 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. Perhaps it had been pick-pocketed or jostled from her dress in a hunt. Clotilde announced that she would not be back and she was taking Fritz and Anna forever. My husband, he is cruel and wicked, and—and entirely undistinguished. You wanted to play a lone hand.
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