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"
I
suppose
you
’
re
right
,
"
she
said
.
"
But
you
’
re
also
right
when
you
say
I
don
’
t
like
it
.
"
"
Our
likes
and
dislikes
as
decisive
factors
have
now
pretty
well
disappeared
,
"
I
suggested
.
"
Maybe
,
but
I
can
’
t
help
feeling
that
there
must
be
something
wrong
about
anything
that
starts
with
shooting
.
"
He
shot
to
miss
—
and
it
’
s
very
likely
he
saved
fighting
,
"
I
pointed
out
.
The
crowd
had
all
gone
now
.
I
climbed
over
the
wall
and
helped
Josella
down
on
the
other
side
.
A
man
at
the
gate
opened
it
to
let
us
in
.
"
How
many
of
you
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Just
the
two
of
us
.
We
saw
your
signal
last
night
,
"
I
told
him
.
"
Okay
.
Come
along
,
and
we
’
ll
find
the
Colonel
,
"
he
said
,
leading
us
across
the
forecourt
.
The
man
whom
he
called
the
Colonel
had
set
himself
up
in
a
small
room
not
far
from
the
entrance
and
intended
,
seemingly
for
the
porters
.
He
was
a
chubby
man
just
turned
fifty
or
thereabouts
.
His
hair
was
plentiful
but
well
-
trimmed
,
and
gray
.
His
mustache
matched
it
and
looked
as
if
no
single
hair
would
dare
to
break
the
ranks
.
His
complexion
was
so
pink
,
healthy
,
and
fresh
that
it
might
have
belonged
to
a
much
younger
man
;
his
mind
,
I
discovered
later
,
had
never
ceased
to
do
so
.
He
was
sitting
behind
a
table
with
quantities
of
paper
arranged
on
it
in
mathematically
exact
blocks
and
an
unsoiled
sheet
of
pink
blotting
paper
placed
squarely
before
him
.
