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Fretting and fidgeting, he had, after an hour or so, turned to McClintock. Wood, in a taunting tone. 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.
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