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"
My
God
,
no
!
"
said
the
young
man
.
"
Did
he
have
any
bananas
in
his
mouth
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Sybil
.
"
Six
.
"
The
young
man
suddenly
picked
up
one
of
Sybil
’
s
wet
feet
,
which
were
drooping
over
the
end
of
the
float
,
and
kissed
the
arch
.
"
Hey
!
"
said
the
owner
of
the
foot
,
turning
around
.
"
Hey
,
yourself
!
We
’
re
going
in
now
.
You
had
enough
?
"
"
No
!
"
"
Sorry
,
"
he
said
,
and
pushed
the
float
toward
shore
until
Sybil
got
off
it
.
He
carried
it
the
rest
of
the
way
.
"
Goodbye
,
"
said
Sybil
,
and
ran
without
regret
in
the
direction
of
the
hotel
.
The
young
man
put
on
his
robe
,
closed
the
lapels
tight
,
and
jammed
his
towel
into
his
pocket
.
He
picked
up
the
slimy
wet
,
cumbersome
float
and
put
it
under
his
arm
.
He
plodded
alone
through
the
soft
,
hot
sand
toward
the
hotel
On
the
sub
-
main
floor
of
the
hotel
,
which
the
management
directed
bathers
to
use
,
a
woman
with
zinc
salve
on
her
nose
got
into
the
elevator
with
the
young
man
.
