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While
the
pulling
-
round
process
was
completing
itself
we
swapped
stories
.
To
give
her
rime
,
I
let
her
have
mine
first
.
Then
she
said
:
"
I
’
m
damned
ashamed
of
myself
.
I
’
m
not
a
bit
like
that
really
—
like
you
found
me
,
I
mean
.
In
fact
,
I
’
m
reasonably
self
-
reliant
,
though
you
might
not
think
it
.
But
somehow
the
whole
thing
had
got
too
big
for
me
.
What
has
happened
is
bad
enough
,
but
the
awful
prospect
ahead
suddenly
seemed
too
much
to
bear
,
and
I
panicked
.
I
had
got
to
thinking
that
perhaps
I
was
the
only
person
left
in
the
whole
world
who
could
see
.
It
got
inc
down
,
and
all
at
once
I
was
frightened
and
silly
;
I
cracked
,
and
howled
like
a
girl
in
a
Victorian
melodrama
.
I
’
d
never
,
never
have
believed
it
of
me
.
"
Don
’
t
let
it
worry
you
,
"
I
said
.
"
We
’
ll
probably
be
learn
-
kg
a
whole
lot
of
surprising
things
about
ourselves
soon
.
"
But
it
does
worry
me
.
If
I
start
off
by
slipping
my
gears
like
that
—
"
She
left
the
sentence
unfinished
.
"
I
was
near
enough
to
panic
in
that
hospital
,
"
I
said
.
"
We
’
re
human
beings
,
not
calculating
machines
.
"
Her
name
was
Josella
Playton
.
There
seemed
to
be
something
familiar
about
that
,
but
I
could
not
place
it
.
Her
home
was
in
Dene
Road
,
St
.
John
’
s
Wood
.
The
district
fitted
in
more
or
less
with
my
surmises
.
I
remembered
Dene
Road
.
Detached
,
comfortable
houses
,
mostly
ugly
,
but
all
expensive
.
Her
escape
from
the
general
affliction
had
been
no
less
a
matter
of
luck
than
mine
—
well
,
perhaps
more
.
She
had
been
at
a
party
on
that
Monday
night
—
a
pretty
considerable
party
,
it
seemed
.
"
I
reckon
somebody
who
thinks
that
kind
of
thing
funny
must
have
been
tooling
with
the
drinks
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
’
ve
never
felt
so
ill
as
I
did
at
the
end
of
it
—
and
I
didn
’
t
take
a
lot
.
"
Tuesday
she
recollected
as
a
day
of
blurred
misery
and
record
hangover
.
About
four
in
the
afternoon
she
had
had
more
than
enough
of
it
.
She
rang
the
bell
and
gave
instructions
that
come
comets
,
earthquakes
,
or
the
day
of
judgment
itself
,
she
was
not
to
be
disturbed
.
Upon
that
ultimatum
she
had
taken
a
strong
dose
of
sleeping
draught
,
which
on
an
empty
stomach
had
worked
with
the
efficiency
of
a
knockout
drop
.
