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Chapter 22

           Ihesitatedamoment,thensawherface,asblankasthedoorbehindher,andgaveup.Iwentthroughthepassagebetweenhouseandcottagetothevegetablegarden.OnthewesternsideofthehouseashutteredwindowcorrespondedtothedoorattheendofConchis’sbedroom.Itappearedasiftherewassomethingmorethanacupboardthere.ThenIlookedupatthenorth-facingbackofthehouse,atmyownroom.Itwaseasytohidebehindtherearwallofthecottage,butthegroundwashardandbare;showednothing.Istrolledonintothearbor.ThelittlePriapusthrewuphisarmsatme,jeeringhispagansmileatmyEnglishface.Noentry.TenminuteslaterIwasdownontheprivatebeach.Thewater,blueandgreenglass,wasforamomentcold,thendeliciouslycool;Iswamoutbetweenthesteeprockstotheopensea.AfterahundredyardsorsoIcouldseebehindmethewholecliffedextentoftheheadland,andthehouse.IcouldevenseeConchis,whowassittingwherewehadsatontheterracethenightbefore,apparentlyreading.Afterawhilehestoodup,andIwaved.Heraisedbothhisarmsinhispeculiarhieraticway,awayinwhichIknewnowthattherewassomethingdeliberately,notfortuitously,symbolic.Thedarkfigureontheraisedwhiteterrace;legateofthesunfacingthesun;themostancientroyalpower.Heappeared,wishedtoappear,tosurvey,tobless,tocommand;dominusanddomaine.AndonceagainIthoughtofProspero;evenifhehadnotsaiditfirst,Ishouldhavethoughtofitthen.Idived,butthesaltstungmyeyesandIsurfaced.

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