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She would come back and write letters, carefully planned and written letters, or read some book she had fetched from Mudie’s—she had invested a half-guinea with Mudie’s—or sit over her fire and think. Was he planning on spending more time with her once in the country? The streets choked with beggars and the dying. Gone were the old days where an old maid banged on an upright piano above a roaring crowd, this sound was loud enough to be heard outside the building, she thought to herself as her eardrums throbbed. She slipped past the servants, her soft roe-skin shoes unheard on the old stone. “I am afraid,” she said, “that he must have a skeleton key to these rooms. “Your name and address in his pocket was no delusion,” he said sharply. Poor soul! she nearly died when she heard he had robbed his master; and it might have been well if she had done so, for she never afterwards recovered her reason. 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. He was content to watch her accepting compliments and gaudy bouquets full of red roses, white carnations, and purple statice. . .
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