‘Do you swear it? There’s no knowing if one can believe you. If Emile can see him, then so also can I. I never had even a real doll," she added, as she snuggled the flea-bitten head to her heart. Was there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going astray. Shari smiled and Mike whispered to her. “We are only in the dawn of the Age of Friendship,” he said, “when interest, I suppose, will take the place of passions. His was the Latin turn of thinking; he had fallen in love at thirteen, and he was still capable—he prided himself—of falling in love. He would have to sit down here in Canton and wait, perhaps for weeks. 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. Let me lend you some money.
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