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"
Well
,
do
you
know
the
real
purpose
of
that
cocktail
-
swilling
occasion
staged
by
Senor
Gonzales
tonight
?
It
was
to
celebrate
the
agreement
to
nationalize
d
’
Anconia
Copper
in
about
a
month
.
"
She
looked
at
him
for
a
moment
,
the
corners
of
her
lips
lifting
slowly
into
a
smile
.
"
He
was
your
friend
,
wasn
’
t
he
?
"
Her
voice
had
a
tone
he
had
never
earned
before
,
the
tone
of
an
emotion
which
he
had
drawn
from
people
only
by
fraud
,
but
which
now
,
for
the
first
time
,
was
granted
with
full
awareness
to
the
real
,
the
actual
nature
of
his
deed
:
a
tone
of
admiration
.
Suddenly
,
he
knew
that
this
was
the
goal
of
his
restless
hours
,
this
was
the
pleasure
he
had
despaired
of
finding
,
this
was
the
celebration
he
had
wanted
.
"
Let
’
s
have
a
drink
,
Lil
.
"
he
said
.
Pouring
the
liquor
,
he
glanced
at
her
across
the
room
,
as
she
lay
stretched
limply
in
her
chair
.
"
Let
him
get
his
divorce
,
"
he
said
,
"
He
won
’
t
have
the
last
word
.
They
will
.
The
butcher
’
s
assistants
.
Senor
Gonzales
and
Cuffy
Meigs
.
"
She
did
not
answer
.
When
he
approached
,
she
took
the
glass
from
him
with
a
sloppily
indifferent
sweep
of
her
hand
.
She
drank
,
not
in
the
manner
of
a
social
gesture
,
but
like
a
lonely
drinker
in
a
saloon
—
for
the
physical
sake
of
the
liquor
.
He
sat
down
on
the
arm
of
the
davenport
,
improperly
close
to
her
,
and
sipped
his
drink
,
watching
her
face
.
After
a
while
,
he
asked
,
"
What
does
he
think
of
me
?
"
The
question
did
not
seem
to
astonish
her
.
"
He
thinks
you
’
re
a
fool
,
"
she
answered
.
"
He
thinks
life
’
s
too
short
to
have
to
notice
your
existence
.
"
