Goodbye. “You’re Glorious!” said Miss Miniver in tones of rapture, holding a hand in each of hers and peering up into Ann Veronica’s face. For every Eden, there will be a serpent; for every sheepfold, there will be a wolf. "I fear we're too late," he whispered to Thames. "Sounds as if I had heard it, but I can't place it this minute. “You are coming in, aren’t you, Sydney?” “If I may,” he answered. 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. Lucy crouched by the side of the grave, her head in her hands, rocking back and forth. “Perhaps,” he said, “I have been to blame.
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