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"
You
bet
.
"
That
evening
,
the
awning
was
raised
,
the
parrot
was
squawking
in
its
cage
and
the
metal
tables
were
surrounded
by
men
in
shirt
-
sleeves
.
One
of
them
,
with
a
straw
hat
pushed
back
on
his
head
and
a
white
shirt
open
on
a
chest
the
colour
of
burnt
earth
,
got
up
when
Cottard
came
in
.
He
had
regular
,
tanned
features
,
small
black
eyes
,
white
teeth
and
two
or
three
rings
on
his
fingers
.
He
appeared
to
be
aged
around
thirty
.
"
Hi
,
"
he
said
.
"
We
’
re
drinking
at
the
bar
.
"
They
drank
three
rounds
in
silence
,
then
Garcia
said
:
"
Why
don
’
t
we
go
outside
?
"
They
walked
down
towards
the
port
and
Garcia
asked
what
they
wanted
of
him
.
Cottard
said
that
he
didn
’
t
precisely
want
to
introduce
him
to
Rambert
for
business
,
but
just
for
what
he
called
"
an
exit
"
.
Garcia
walked
straight
ahead
,
smoking
.
He
asked
a
question
,
using
"
he
"
to
refer
to
Rambert
,
as
though
unaware
of
his
presence
.
"
What
does
he
want
to
do
?
"
"
He
has
a
wife
in
France
.
"
"
Ah
!
"
Then
,
after
a
pause
:
