She twanged the catgut under her fingers. "He's a base, deceitful, tyrannical, hoary-headed libertine—that's what he is. She took refuge in beating her pillow and inventing insulting epithets for herself. The wastrel, the ne'er-do-well, who went mostly nobly to a fine end. What a God-forsaken fool he was! And dimly, out there somewhere in the South Seas—the beach! Already he sensed the fascination of the inevitable; and with this fascination came the idea of haste, to get there quickly and have done. They are used to me, they only cry because they have become so used to being here. He moaned. “Married already,” he said, with his mouth full.
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