The Jew did not speak, but pointed to the audience-chamber. 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 grabbed her hair viciously and whispered loudly into her tear-streaked face. Empty, silly, coarse brutes. But eventually Spurlock laughed. She ignored his question.
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