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At last, he got into a lane, but had not proceeded far when he was again alarmed by the sound of a horse's tread. ‘Cousin? But I am a fool. He hated travelling second-class with her—indeed, he never did—but he also disliked travelling in the same train when his daughter was in an inferior class, because of the look of the thing. 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 stared at the woman depicted thereon for a long moment, awe in his head. He shut his eyes and groped for the wall to steady himself, wondering if this bit of mummery would get over. “I have just ordered a carriage for her. . She drifted back into the welcoming arms of sleep, feeling herself surrounded in silk. After a certain amount of manœuvring, however, he was induced to crawl around, and in a few minutes came to stop again before a tall brightly-painted house, which seemed like an oasis of colour and assertive prosperity in a long dingy row.
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