For a while they stood there, silent, motionless, staring at the doorway where still a few strings of the bamboo curtain swayed and twisted, agitated by the Wastrel's passage. 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. Oddly, he was seldom angry with her as Gianfrancesco would have been. Things happen out this way. And her kind of love forgives everything and anything but infidelity. The monster, Wild, when he visited my dungeon last night, told me, to add to my misery, that she occupied a cell near me. “These are the sort of things that aren’t supposed to happen. Mr. Her eyes threatened to leak tears, she blinked.
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