Trenchard glanced at the document. "
"Ah, Jack," said Wood, shaking his head, "where there's a will there's a way. The assassination, as you call it, was,
obviously, the vengeance of a kinsman of the injured lady, who no doubt was of
good family, upon her seducer. “I am in love with you. I wouldn't keep an apprentice to set my authority at
defiance. ‘Me, I am tout à fait stupide. She tried to scream,
\"I'm coming to you, Mama!\" But no sound would come
from her mouth. Apparently he had projected beyond his table some hypnotic thought, for it had
held him all through the dining hour. The call of youth to youth, and we name it love for want of something better: a
glamorous, evanescent thing "like snow upon the desert's dusty face, lighting a
little hour or two, was gone. You cannot care for her. 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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