” She shook her head gently. ” Lucy said, already exhausted by her friend. It isn’t pretty, but we’re made so. Here was Ruth Enschede—sick of love! Love—something the world would always keep hidden from her, at least human love. For nearly thirty years he had lived here in contented loneliness; then youth had to come and fill him with discontent. You have never felt the hearts of all hardened against you; have never heard the jeer or curse from every lip; nor endured the insult and the blow from every hand. And, for one expedition at least, we will go up this desolate valley here to Mattmark, and so on to Monte Moro. 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.
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