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"
You
’
ll
be
all
right
—
everybody
here
believes
in
you
.
Why
,
Doctor
Gregory
is
so
proud
of
you
that
he
’
ll
probably
—
"
"
I
hate
Doctor
Gregory
.
"
"
Well
,
you
shouldn
’
t
.
"
Nicole
’
s
world
had
fallen
to
pieces
,
but
it
was
only
a
flimsy
and
scarcely
created
world
;
beneath
it
her
emotions
and
instincts
fought
on
.
Was
it
an
hour
ago
she
had
waited
by
the
entrance
,
wearing
her
hope
like
a
corsage
at
her
belt
?
.
.
.
Dress
stay
crisp
for
him
,
button
stay
put
,
bloom
narcissus
—
air
stay
still
and
sweet
.
"
It
will
be
nice
to
have
fun
again
,
"
she
fumbled
on
.
For
a
moment
she
entertained
a
desperate
idea
of
telling
him
how
rich
she
was
,
what
big
houses
she
lived
in
,
that
really
she
was
a
valuable
property
—
for
a
moment
she
made
herself
into
her
grandfather
,
Sid
Warren
,
the
horse
-
trader
.
But
she
survived
the
temptation
to
confuse
all
values
and
shut
these
matters
into
their
Victorian
side
-
chambers
—
even
though
there
was
no
home
left
to
her
,
save
emptiness
and
pain
.
"
I
have
to
go
back
to
the
clinic
.
It
’
s
not
raining
now
.
"
Dick
walked
beside
her
,
feeling
her
unhappiness
,
and
wanting
to
drink
the
rain
that
touched
her
cheek
.
"
I
have
some
new
records
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
can
hardly
wait
to
play
them
.
Do
you
know
—
"
