She felt that with Capes near to her she would be content always to go on loving. At Morningside Park I feel as though all my growing up was presently to stop, as though I was being shut in from the light of life, and, as they say in botany, etiolated. I wasn’t. Their soft, voluptuous bodies wove among each other to the faint notes of a lyre. We live under man-made institutions, and that is what they amount to. I hated him. We can’t be lovers in the ordinary sense, but we can be great and intimate friends. You’re tired, of course. 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. She glanced into his face. . Quite!” He sat in the arm-chair and took tea, and consumed several of the extra cakes which she had sent out for and talked to her and expressed himself, looking very earnestly at her with his deep-set eyes, and carefully avoiding any crumbs on his mustache the while. Even now she could trace the outline of his shape behind the left-hand curtain. It means so much from one as 179 beautiful as you.
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