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"
Well
,
I
do
,
I
honestly
do
,
"
the
gray
-
haired
man
said
.
"
Look
.
Why
don
’
t
you
hop
in
bed
now
,
and
relax
,
and
then
later
,
if
you
feel
like
it
,
give
me
a
ring
.
I
mean
if
you
feel
like
talking
.
And
don
’
t
worry
.
That
’
s
the
main
thing
.
Hear
me
?
Willya
do
that
now
?
"
"
All
right
.
"
The
gray
-
haired
man
continued
for
a
moment
to
hold
the
phone
to
his
ear
,
then
lowered
it
into
its
cradle
.
"
What
did
he
say
?
"
the
girl
immediately
asked
him
.
He
picked
his
cigarette
out
of
the
ashtray
—
that
is
,
selected
it
from
an
accumulation
of
smoked
and
halfsmoked
cigarettes
.
He
dragged
on
it
and
said
,
"
He
wanted
to
come
over
here
for
a
drink
.
"
"
God
!
What
’
d
you
say
?
"
said
the
girl
.
"
You
heard
me
,
"
the
gray
-
haired
man
said
,
and
looked
at
her
.
"
You
could
hear
me
.
Couldn
’
t
you
?
"
He
squashed
out
his
cigarette
.
"
You
were
wonderful
.
Absolutely
marvellous
,
"
the
girl
said
,
watching
him
.
"
God
,
I
feel
like
a
dog
!
"
"
Well
,
"
the
gray
-
haired
man
said
,
"
it
’
s
a
tough
situation
.
I
don
’
t
know
how
marvellous
I
was
.
"
"
You
were
.
You
were
wonderful
,
"
the
girl
said
.
"
I
’
m
limp
.
I
’
m
absolutely
limp
.
Look
at
me
!
"
The
gray
-
haired
man
looked
at
her
.
"
Well
,
actually
,
it
’
s
an
impossible
situation
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
mean
the
whole
thing
’
s
so
fantastic
it
isn
’
t
even
—
"
