Milice,’ Gerald translated. “Lucy, that’s horrible. Strange gurgle-like noises emanated from the crypt. Yet you knew that I was not dead. ’ ‘Yes, I know,’ Gerald put in with an irrepresssible chuckle. 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. The detective reckoned that his quarry would be up in ten days more.
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