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I
said
I
’
d
bet
she
hadn
’
t
been
,
at
that
.
I
drank
my
tea
for
a
moment
.
I
was
getting
a
trifle
posture
-
conscious
and
I
sat
up
somewhat
straighter
in
my
seat
.
"
You
seem
quite
intelligent
for
an
American
,
"
my
guest
mused
.
I
told
her
that
was
a
pretty
snobbish
thing
to
say
,
if
you
thought
about
it
at
all
,
and
that
I
hoped
it
was
unworthy
of
her
.
She
blushed
-
automatically
conferring
on
me
the
social
poise
I
’
d
been
missing
.
"
Well
.
Most
of
the
Americans
I
’
ve
seen
act
like
animals
.
They
’
re
forever
punching
one
another
about
,
and
insulting
everyone
,
and
—
You
know
what
one
of
them
did
?
"
I
shook
my
haad
.
"
One
of
them
threw
an
empty
whiskey
bottle
through
my
aunt
’
s
window
.
Fortunately
,
the
window
was
open
.
But
does
that
sound
very
intelligent
to
you
?
"
It
didn
’
t
especially
,
but
I
didn
’
t
say
so
.
I
said
that
many
soldiers
,
all
over
the
world
,
were
a
long
way
from
home
,
and
that
few
of
them
had
had
many
real
advantages
in
life
.
I
said
I
’
d
thought
that
most
people
could
figure
that
out
for
themselves
.
"
Possibly
,
"
said
my
guest
,
without
conviction
.
She
raised
her
hand
to
her
wet
head
again
,
picked
at
a
few
limp
filaments
of
blond
hair
,
trying
to
cover
her
exposed
ear
rims
.
"
My
hair
is
soaking
wet
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
look
a
fright
.
"
She
looked
over
at
me
.
"
I
have
quite
wavy
hair
when
it
’
s
dry
.
"
"
I
can
see
that
,
I
can
see
you
have
.
"
