'You never saw such a wild thing as my mother, her hat seized by the winds and blown out to sea so that her hair was her white mane, her black lisle legs exposed to the thigh, her skirts tucked around her waist; one hand on the reins of the rearing horse while the other clasped my father service revolver and, behind her, the breakers of the savage, indifferent sea, like the witnesses of a furious justice.’
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