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"
You
’
re
not
a
whore
.
"
"
I
know
it
,
darling
.
But
it
isn
’
t
nice
to
feel
like
one
.
"
Her
voice
was
dry
and
flat
.
"
This
was
the
best
hotel
we
could
get
in
,
"
I
said
.
I
looked
out
the
window
.
Across
the
square
were
the
lights
of
the
station
.
There
were
carriages
going
by
on
the
street
and
I
saw
the
trees
in
the
park
.
The
lights
from
the
hotel
shone
on
the
wet
pavement
.
Oh
,
hell
,
I
thought
,
do
we
have
to
argue
now
?
"
Come
over
here
please
,
"
Catherine
said
.
The
flatness
was
all
gone
out
of
her
voice
.
"
Come
over
,
please
.
I
’
m
a
good
girl
again
.
"
I
looked
over
at
the
bed
.
She
was
smiling
.
I
went
over
and
sat
on
the
bed
beside
her
and
kissed
her
.
"
You
’
re
my
good
girl
.
"
"
I
’
m
certainly
yours
,
"
she
said
.
After
we
had
eaten
we
felt
fine
,
and
then
after
,
we
felt
very
happy
and
in
a
little
time
the
room
felt
like
our
own
home
.
My
room
at
the
hospital
had
been
our
own
home
and
this
room
was
our
home
too
in
the
same
way
.
Catherine
wore
my
tunic
over
her
shoulders
while
we
ate
.
We
were
very
hungry
and
the
meal
was
good
and
we
drank
a
bottle
of
Capri
and
a
bottle
of
St
.
Estephe
.
I
drank
most
of
it
but
Catherine
drank
some
and
it
made
her
feel
splendid
.
For
dinner
we
had
a
woodcock
with
soufflé
potatoes
and
purée
de
marron
,
a
salad
,
and
zabaione
for
dessert
.
