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"
That
’
s
just
the
rank
I
have
.
"
"
You
have
a
splendid
rank
.
I
don
’
t
want
you
to
have
any
more
rank
.
It
might
go
to
your
head
.
Oh
,
darling
,
I
’
m
awfully
glad
you
’
re
not
conceited
.
I
’
d
have
married
you
even
if
you
were
conceited
but
it
’
s
very
restful
to
have
a
husband
who
’
s
not
conceited
.
"
We
were
talking
softly
out
on
the
balcony
.
The
moon
was
supposed
to
rise
but
there
was
a
mist
over
the
town
and
it
did
not
come
up
and
in
a
little
while
it
started
to
drizzle
and
we
came
in
.
Outside
the
mist
turned
to
rain
and
in
a
little
while
it
was
raining
hard
and
we
heard
it
drumming
on
the
roof
.
I
got
up
and
stood
at
the
door
to
see
if
it
was
raining
in
but
it
wasn
’
t
,
so
I
left
the
door
open
.
"
Who
else
did
you
see
?
"
Catherine
asked
.
"
Mr
.
and
Mrs
.
Meyers
.
"
"
They
’
re
a
strange
lot
.
"
"
He
’
s
supposed
to
have
been
in
the
penitentiary
at
home
.
They
let
him
out
to
die
.
"
"
And
he
lived
happily
in
Milan
forever
after
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
how
happily
.
"
