" Winifred looked as if she could not indulge such a supposition for a single moment. In mid-bite, she heard a car door slam that was recognizable. Lucy’s guts ached with jealousy and bitterness, building in a knot that twisted in her stomach, rag-like. 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. But there is something in your voice that makes me distrust you. . Winny, this is the last night I shall pass beneath your father's roof. So these two young philosophers got along very well that day; and the succeeding days. At least I can give you a glimmer. ’ Lucy was silent for a space, once again wearing that inscrutable expression.
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