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I
said
I
certainly
had
been
,
and
that
I
had
heard
her
voice
singing
separately
from
the
others
.
I
said
I
thought
she
had
a
very
fine
voice
.
She
nodded
.
"
I
know
.
I
’
m
going
to
be
a
professional
singer
.
"
"
Really
?
Opera
?
"
"
Heavens
,
no
.
I
’
m
going
to
sing
jazz
on
the
radio
and
make
heaps
of
money
.
Then
,
when
I
’
m
thirty
,
I
shall
retire
and
live
on
a
ranch
in
Ohio
.
"
She
touched
the
top
of
her
soaking
-
wet
head
with
the
flat
of
her
hand
.
"
Do
you
know
Ohio
?
"
she
asked
.
I
said
I
’
d
been
through
it
on
the
train
a
few
times
but
that
I
didn
’
t
really
know
it
.
I
offered
her
a
piece
of
cinnamon
toast
.
"
No
,
thank
you
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
eat
like
a
bird
,
actually
.
"
I
bit
into
a
piece
of
toast
myself
,
and
commented
that
there
’
s
some
mighty
rough
country
around
Ohio
.
"
I
know
.
An
American
I
met
told
me
.
You
’
re
the
eleventh
American
I
’
ve
met
.
"
Her
governess
was
now
urgently
signalling
her
to
return
to
her
own
table
—
in
effect
,
to
stop
bothering
the
man
.
My
guest
,
however
,
calmly
moved
her
chair
an
inch
or
two
so
that
her
back
broke
all
possible
further
communication
with
the
home
table
.
"
You
go
to
that
secret
Intelligence
school
on
the
hill
,
don
’
t
you
?
"
she
inquired
coolly
.
As
security
-
minded
as
the
next
one
,
I
replied
that
I
was
visiting
Devonshire
for
my
health
.
"
Really
,
"
she
said
,
"
I
wasn
’
t
quite
bom
yesterday
,
you
know
.
"
