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"
I
must
go
and
get
some
things
first
.
"
As
soon
as
she
went
into
the
room
there
was
a
shout
.
"
Hey
,
Allie
!
Where
you
been
,
girl
?
"
Two
or
three
of
the
Australian
men
gathered
round
her
.
She
kissed
them
all
briefly
.
In
a
minute
Margaret
,
one
of
those
fat
girls
who
mother
thin
girls
,
pushed
them
away
.
Alison
reappeared
with
the
clothes
she
wanted
,
and
we
went
up
.
"
Oh
Jesus
,
"
she
said
.
"
Australians
.
"
"
Where
’
ve
you
been
?
"
"
All
over
.
France
.
Spain
.
"
We
went
into
the
flat
.
"
I
’
ll
just
clean
the
spiders
out
of
the
bath
.
Have
a
drink
.
Over
there
.
"
When
I
came
back
,
she
was
standing
with
a
glass
of
Scotch
in
her
hand
.
She
smiled
again
,
but
it
was
an
effort
;
shut
off
almost
at
once
.
I
helped
her
take
off
her
mackintosh
.
She
was
wearing
a
French
perfume
so
dark
it
was
almost
carbolic
,
and
her
primrose
shirt
was
dirty
.
"
You
live
downstairs
?
"
