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"
There
’
s
not
a
thing
up
here
,
"
Dick
lied
.
Resignedly
Abe
shook
hands
with
Rosemary
;
he
composed
his
face
slowly
,
holding
her
hand
a
long
time
and
forming
sentences
that
did
not
emerge
.
"
You
are
the
most
—
one
of
the
most
—
"
She
was
sorry
,
and
rather
revolted
at
his
dirty
hands
,
but
she
laughed
in
a
well
-
bred
way
,
as
though
it
were
nothing
unusual
to
her
to
watch
a
man
walking
in
a
slow
dream
.
Often
people
display
a
curious
respect
for
a
man
drunk
,
rather
like
the
respect
of
simple
races
for
the
insane
.
Respect
rather
than
fear
.
There
is
something
awe
-
inspiring
in
one
who
has
lost
all
inhibitions
,
who
will
do
anything
.
Of
course
we
make
him
pay
afterward
for
his
moment
of
superiority
,
his
moment
of
impressiveness
.
Abe
turned
to
Dick
with
a
last
appeal
"
If
I
go
to
a
hotel
and
get
all
steamed
and
curry
-
combed
,
and
sleep
awhile
,
and
fight
off
these
Senegalese
—
could
I
come
and
spend
the
evening
by
the
fireside
?
"
Dick
nodded
at
him
,
less
in
agreement
than
in
mockery
and
said
:
"
You
have
a
high
opinion
of
your
current
capacities
.
"
"
I
bet
if
Nicole
was
here
she
’
d
let
me
come
back
.
"
"
All
right
.
"
Dick
went
to
a
trunk
tray
and
brought
a
box
to
the
central
table
;
inside
were
innumerable
cardboard
letters
.
"
You
can
come
if
you
want
to
play
anagrams
.
"
Abe
eyed
the
contents
of
the
box
with
physical
revulsion
,
as
though
he
had
been
asked
to
eat
them
like
oats
.
