Some day I'm going to paint her; but that will be when I've retired. At this point Lucy, in an effort perhaps—foolhardy, in Gerald’s opinion—to pour oil on troubled waters, rose swiftly to her feet and came towards the old man, her hand held out. She wormed her way past Sebastian, glanced at her mother’s blackened face, her obscenely naked body bulging with yellow and black buboes under the arms and in the groin that oozed stinking fluid. Who could say that the girl's father had not once been a fashionable clergyman in the States and that drink had got him and forced him down, step by step, until—to use the child's odd expression—he had come upon the beach? She was cynical, this spinster. In some instances she tantalizes the victim for years and mocks him in the end. It was eleven o'clock. "I cannot climb the boat. The carpenter threw himself flat upon the starling to avoid the fury of the wind. Love-making at first hand is dull enough. He became ugly and monstrous, dunning her, threatening her, assailing her.
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