Do you think she does?”
Ann Veronica picked among her salad with a judicial expression of face. And why, after
all, should she not borrow money from Ramage?
It was so true what he said; middle-class people WERE ridiculously
squeamish about money. She stood among them, watching them and
feeling curiously alien to them. His eyes were
fixed upon her face, but he opened his lips twice before he spoke. Then for a time she sat very still. “I don’t have time for this. 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. Only he hated the words he
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