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"
Of
course
—
only
isn
’
t
that
an
old
-
fashioned
,
unphilosophical
remark
?
How
can
we
ever
be
sure
of
anything
?
"
"
Jim
,
"
she
snapped
suddenly
,
"
you
’
ve
got
to
help
me
!
"
"
My
dear
,
I
’
m
at
your
disposal
,
I
’
d
do
anything
to
help
you
,
"
he
answered
,
the
rules
of
their
language
requiring
that
any
open
statement
be
answered
by
a
blatant
lie
.
Lillian
was
slipping
,
he
thought
—
and
he
experienced
the
pleasure
of
dealing
with
an
inadequate
adversary
.
She
was
neglecting
,
he
noted
,
even
the
perfection
of
her
particular
trademark
:
her
grooming
.
A
few
strands
were
escaping
from
the
drilled
waves
of
her
hair
—
her
nails
,
matching
her
gown
,
were
the
deep
shade
of
coagulated
blood
,
which
made
it
easy
to
notice
the
chipped
polish
at
their
tips
—
and
against
the
broad
,
smooth
,
creamy
expanse
of
her
skin
in
the
low
,
square
cut
of
her
gown
,
he
observed
the
tiny
glitter
of
a
safety
pin
holding
the
strap
of
her
slip
.
"
You
’
ve
got
to
prevent
it
!
"
she
said
,
in
the
belligerent
tone
of
a
plea
disguised
as
a
command
.
"
You
’
ve
got
to
stop
it
!
"
"
Really
?
What
?
"
"
My
divorce
.
"
"
Oh
.
.
.
!
"
His
features
dropped
into
sudden
earnestness
.
"
You
know
that
he
’
s
going
to
divorce
me
,
don
’
t
you
?
"
"
I
’
ve
heard
some
rumors
about
it
.
"
