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 longed to enjoy human food as he
did. Practically all. He would
get her to come to tea with him, usually in a pleasant tea-room over a fruit-shop
in Tottenham Court Road, and he would discuss his own point of view and hint
at a thousand devotions were she but to command him. Irregularly, in
a quite inglorious and unromantic way, you know, I am a vicious man. "
"But you will,—won't you?" she rejoined, looking him coaxingly in the face. ’
‘Quite right, Gerald,’ approved Lucilla. ‘What, and miss getting myself murdered?’
‘She said she wouldn’t murder you.
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