" "A novelist?" cried Ruth, thrilling. “I have my methods. ’ Trodger eyed her with suspicion. 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. ’ ‘Then why,’ demanded Melusine, ‘did you do it?’ Gerald closed his eyes. ’ ‘You were always someone, Melusine. A dry cough's the trumpeter of death. “But how can you?” asked Constance. You want me to be clean.
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