one o'clock
During their clambake and dance at Grody 's Grove , just beyond Coney Island , she remained on the boat , lying back in a deck chair , facing a night brilliantly pointed with stars . The machinery of her mind might have ceased with the chugging of the boat . She lay the five hours of her wait , floating in a state of the complete disembodiment of which she was peculiarly capable . At one o'clock the convention , highly inflamed , came trooping back on board , the boat nosing downstream , brilliant and terrible with orgy . Twice she was grasped by revelers who were little more than bashing bulls , and before she could fight them off , her face and neck , through the sheerness of her blouse , were covered with hot , wet , and beery kisses . The third time she fought off with her hatpin , inflicting a deep red scratch across a too loose jowl . She took refuge , finally , finding out by desperate instinct the only other woman on board .