1 I daresay it is the waiting which disturbs her; she will be all right when he arrives.
2 I could not pity her, for I knew now what had become of her child, and she was better dead.
3 Then, too, Lucy, although she is so well, has lately taken to her old habit of walking in her sleep.
4 Finally she went down on her knees and implored me not to go; at least to wait a day or two before starting.
5 I sympathise with poor Desdemona when she had such a dangerous stream poured in her ear, even by a black man.
6 Then she tore her hair and beat her breast, and abandoned herself to all the violences of extravagant emotion.
7 Lucy was looking sweetly pretty in her white lawn frock; she has got a beautiful colour since she has been here.
8 Lucy is to be married in the autumn, and she is already planning out her dresses and how her house is to be arranged.
9 Finally, she threw herself forward, and, though I could not see her, I could hear the beating of her naked hands against the door.
10 Then she paused, and I could hear the churning sound of her tongue as it licked her teeth and lips, and could feel the hot breath on my neck.
11 Lucy frets at the postponement of seeing him, but it does not touch her looks; she is a trifle stouter, and her cheeks are a lovely rose-pink.
12 Lucy and I sat awhile, and it was all so beautiful before us that we took hands as we sat; and she told me all over again about Arthur and their coming marriage.
13 The wind had by this time backed to the east, and there was a shudder amongst the watchers on the cliff as they realized the terrible danger in which she now was.
14 Lucy has not walked much in her sleep the last week, but there is an odd concentration about her which I do not understand; even in her sleep she seems to be watching me.
15 The foolhardiness or ignorance of her officers was a prolific theme for comment whilst she remained in sight, and efforts were made to signal her to reduce sail in face of her danger.
16 Fortunately, the weather is so hot that she cannot get cold; but still the anxiety and the perpetually being wakened is beginning to tell on me, and I am getting nervous and wakeful myself.
17 There was a deliberate voluptuousness which was both thrilling and repulsive, and as she arched her neck she actually licked her lips like an animal, till I could see in the moonlight the moisture shining on the scarlet lips and on the red tongue as it lapped the white sharp teeth.
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