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"
Maybe
it
is
,
Dick
.
But
,
we
’
re
a
rich
person
’
s
clinic
—
we
don
’
t
use
the
word
nonsense
.
Frankly
,
did
you
come
down
to
see
me
or
to
see
that
girl
?
"
They
looked
sideways
at
each
other
;
Franz
smiled
enigmatically
.
"
Naturally
I
saw
all
the
first
letters
,
"
he
said
in
his
official
basso
.
"
When
the
change
began
,
delicacy
prevented
me
from
opening
any
more
.
Really
it
had
become
your
case
.
"
"
Then
she
’
s
well
?
"
Dick
demanded
.
"
Perfectly
well
,
I
have
charge
of
her
,
in
fact
I
have
charge
of
the
majority
of
the
English
and
American
patients
.
They
call
me
Doctor
Gregory
.
"
"
Let
me
explain
about
that
girl
,
"
Dick
said
.
"
I
only
saw
her
one
time
,
that
’
s
a
fact
.
When
I
came
out
to
say
good
-
by
to
you
just
before
I
went
over
to
France
.
It
was
the
first
time
I
put
on
my
uniform
and
I
felt
very
bogus
in
it
—
went
around
saluting
private
soldiers
and
all
that
.
"
"
Why
didn
’
t
you
wear
it
to
-
day
?
"
"
Hey
!
I
’
ve
been
discharged
three
weeks
.
Here
’
s
the
way
I
happened
to
see
that
girl
.
When
I
left
you
I
walked
down
toward
that
building
of
yours
on
the
lake
to
get
my
bicycle
.
"
"
—
toward
the
‘
Cedars
’
?
"
