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She
was
looking
at
him
,
her
eyes
dark
with
an
odd
,
lifeless
stillness
;
when
she
spoke
,
the
motion
of
her
lips
was
twisted
by
so
evil
a
contempt
that
he
did
not
dare
identify
it
beyond
knowing
that
it
embraced
them
both
;
she
said
,
"
I
know
that
you
’
d
like
to
do
it
.
"
He
felt
no
desire
to
pretend
;
oddly
,
for
the
first
time
,
for
this
one
chance
,
truth
seemed
much
more
pleasurable
—
truth
,
for
once
,
serving
his
particular
kind
of
enjoyment
.
"
I
think
you
know
that
it
can
’
t
be
done
,
"
he
said
.
"
Nobody
does
favors
nowadays
,
if
there
’
s
nothing
to
gain
in
return
.
And
the
stakes
are
getting
higher
and
higher
.
The
gopher
holes
,
as
you
called
them
,
are
so
complex
,
so
twisted
and
intertwisted
that
everybody
has
something
on
everybody
else
,
and
nobody
dares
move
because
he
can
’
t
tell
who
’
ll
crack
which
way
or
when
.
So
he
’
ll
move
only
when
he
has
to
,
when
the
stakes
are
life
or
death
—
and
that
’
s
practically
the
only
kind
of
stakes
we
’
re
playing
for
now
.
Well
,
what
’
s
your
private
life
to
any
of
those
boys
?
That
you
’
d
like
to
hold
your
husband
—
what
’
s
in
it
for
them
,
one
way
or
another
?
And
my
personal
stock
-
in
-
trade
—
well
,
there
’
s
nothing
I
could
offer
them
at
the
moment
in
exchange
for
trying
to
blast
a
whole
court
clique
out
of
a
highly
profitable
deal
.
Besides
,
right
now
,
the
top
boys
wouldn
’
t
do
it
at
any
price
.
They
have
to
be
mighty
careful
of
your
husband
—
he
’
s
the
man
who
’
s
safe
from
them
right
now
—
ever
since
that
radio
broadcast
of
my
sister
’
s
.
"
"
You
asked
me
to
force
her
to
speak
on
that
broadcast
!
"
"
I
know
,
Lillian
.
We
lost
,
both
of
us
,
that
time
.
And
we
lose
,
both
of
us
,
now
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
she
said
,
with
the
same
darkness
of
contempt
in
her
eyes
,
"
both
of
us
.
"
It
was
the
contempt
that
pleased
him
;
it
was
the
strange
,
heedless
,
unfamiliar
pleasure
of
knowing
that
this
woman
saw
him
as
he
was
,
yet
remained
held
by
his
presence
,
remained
and
leaned
back
in
her
chair
,
as
if
declaring
her
bondage
.
"
You
’
re
a
wonderful
person
,
Jim
,
"
she
said
.
It
had
the
sound
of
damnation
.
Yet
it
was
a
tribute
,
and
she
meant
it
as
such
,
and
his
pleasure
came
from
the
knowledge
that
they
were
in
a
realm
where
damnation
was
value
.
"
You
know
,
"
he
said
suddenly
,
"
you
’
re
wrong
about
those
butcher
’
s
assistants
,
like
Gonzales
.
They
have
their
uses
.
Have
you
ever
liked
Francisco
d
’
Anconia
?
"
"
I
can
’
t
stand
him
.
"
