He took her in his arms and raised her to her feet.

She swore more loudly than she had wept, she kicked at his legs, she struck at his head with her fist.

In another moment she would surely have cried murder.

Wogan had to let her sink back upon the steps, where she fell to whimpering.
"I am not beautiful, I know; I never boasted that I was; but I have a figure and limbs that a painter would die to paint.

And what do you make of me?
A maggot, a thing all body like a nasty bear.