So they went on foot toward the villa, but suddenly stopped when they saw, rushing past them, a young, half-naked girl, very brown from the sun, wearing only handkerchiefs tied bikini-style, her mouth spilling with grapes. Screaming behind her was a lecherous-looking old French farmer whose grape arbor she obviously had raided.
“Styron,” Humes cried, gleefully, “we have arrived!”
“Yes,” he said, “we are here!”
—Looking for Hemingway
(Source: harbour.sfu.ca)
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