A Burning Bay Stallion Incarnates Lawrentian Purity
The Story. At 24, Lou Witt was without a taproot. Having drifted from New Orleans to Texas to Paris to Biarritz, Vienna, Palermo, Rome, London, she was as native to one bit of geography as another. Nor could people, any person, hold her. She saw through them, always had her own way. Her best lover, impetuous, paint-daubing Rico, she had subjugated. Now he was merely the futile, shallow Sir Henry Carrington, would-be London society painter, her husband. Their relation had paled to nervous platonism, Lou...
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