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"
Darling
-
Excuse
me
,
"
the
girl
said
quickly
,
and
leaned
forward
.
"
I
think
you
’
re
on
fire
.
"
She
gave
the
back
of
his
hand
a
short
,
brisk
,
brushing
stroke
with
the
flats
of
her
fingers
.
"
No
.
It
was
just
an
ash
.
"
She
leaned
back
.
"
No
,
you
were
marvellous
,
"
she
said
.
"
God
,
I
feel
like
an
absolute
dog
!
"
"
Well
,
it
’
s
a
very
,
very
tough
situation
.
The
guy
’
s
obviously
going
through
absolute
—
"
The
phone
suddenly
rang
.
The
gray
-
haired
man
said
"
Christ
!
"
but
picked
it
up
before
the
second
ring
.
"
Hello
?
"
he
said
into
it
.
"
Lee
?
Were
you
asleep
?
"
"
No
,
no
.
"
"
Listen
,
I
just
thought
you
’
d
want
to
know
.
Joanie
just
barged
in
.
"
"
What
?
"
said
the
gray
-
haired
man
,
and
bridged
his
left
hand
over
his
eyes
,
though
the
light
was
behind
him
.
"
Yeah
.
She
just
barged
in
.
About
ten
seconds
after
I
spoke
to
you
.
I
just
thought
I
’
d
give
you
a
ring
while
she
’
s
in
the
john
.
Listen
,
thanks
a
million
,
Lee
.
I
mean
it
—
you
know
what
I
mean
.
You
weren
’
t
asleep
,
were
ya
?
"
"
No
,
no
.
