One twin came close to me, talked to me. She had a scar on her left wrist. The other did the Doppelgdnger effects. I would never get close to her. I would see her on the terrace, in the starlight; but always at a distance. Twins – it was extraordinary, but I had begun to realize enough about Conchis to see that it was predictable. If one was very rich … why not the rarest? Why anything but the strangest and the rarest? I concentrated on the Lily I knew, the scar-Lily. This morning, even last night, she had set out to make herself attractive to me; and if she really was Conchis’s mistress, I couldn’t imagine why he should allow it, and so obviously leave us alone together, unless he was much more profoundly perverted than I could bring myself seriously to suspect. She gave strongly the impression that she was playing with me – amusing herself as much as acting a role at Conchis’s command. But all games, even the most literal, between a man and a woman are implicitly sexual; and here on the beach she had almost ingenuously set out to captivate me.
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