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"
I
’
m
a
friend
of
yours
,
"
she
said
.
"
You
don
’
t
have
to
talk
to
me
like
that
.
"
"
What
do
you
mean
?
"
"
Don
’
t
be
silly
.
Was
that
all
you
wanted
?
"
"
Do
you
want
a
vermouth
?
"
"
All
right
.
Then
I
have
to
go
.
"
She
got
out
the
bottle
from
the
armoire
and
brought
a
glass
.
"
You
take
the
glass
,
"
I
said
.
"
I
’
ll
drink
out
of
the
bottle
.
"
"
Here
’
s
to
you
,
"
said
Miss
Gage
.
"
What
did
Van
Campen
say
about
me
sleeping
late
in
the
mornings
?
"
"
She
just
jawed
about
it
.
She
calls
you
our
privileged
patient
.
"
"
To
hell
with
her
.
"
