Jean Beraud La Rue de la Paix 1907 paintingJean Beraud At the Bistro paintingJean Beraud An Evening Soiree painting
the coat on the boathouse floor, its bright scarlet lining glowing in the confined, moonlit space. She lay down amid the random clutter of an English life, cricket stumps, a yellowed lampshade, chipped vases, a folding table, trunks; and extended an arm towards him. He lay down by her side.
"How can you like me?" she murmured. "I am so much older than youhim by the pond, and the moment she dismounted, looking nervously at him, he fell upon her, he told her he couldn't bear her rejections any longer, they fell to the ground together, she screamed, he tore at her clothes, and her hands, clawing at his body, came upon the handle of a knife...
No! No, never, no! This way: here!
Now the two of them were making love, tenderly, with many slow caresses; and now a third rider entered
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