The Beauties and Furies

The Beauties and Furies'The express flew towards Paris over the flooded March swamps. In a parlour car, the melancholy dark young woman looked out persistently at the sand dunes, cement mills, pines, the war cemetery with stone banners like folded umbrellas, the fields under water, the bristling ponds with deserted boats and the little naked trees which marked the horizon searching roads.' It is 1934, and Elvira Western has left London and her dull marriage to Paul, a