“You!” said Ann Veronica. ‘Ah, yes? To what do I pretend?’ ‘That,’ Gerald said regretfully, ‘I have not yet been able to fathom. "We must keep still. It feels like too much gold-dust clutched in one’s hand. She no more realizes what she has done than a child of eight. She heard the ocean in the distance, waves crashing on the beach, high tide. She felt she must suffocate if these men did not put her down, and for a time they would not put her down. Let’s go. We can’t afford to turn our women, our Madonnas, our Saint Catherines, our Mona Lisas, our goddesses and angels and fairy princesses, into a sort of man. Ah Cum, sensing the difficulty, approached, recovered the damp handkerchief and returned it. If, around noon, a coconut proa landed, the boys made no effort to unload. The sing-song girl, her fiddle broken, was beating her forehead upon the floor and wailing: Ai, ai! Ai, ai! Spurlock—or Taber, as he called himself—sat slumped in a chair, staring with glazed eyes at nothing, absolutely uninterested in the confusion for which he was primarily accountable.
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