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The
nurse
hung
on
his
response
,
half
expecting
him
to
imply
that
Miss
Warren
’
s
attitude
was
pathological
.
"
Oh
,
I
see
.
Well
—
"
He
rearranged
the
flow
of
his
own
saliva
,
the
pulse
of
his
heart
.
"
I
hope
she
feels
better
.
Thanks
.
"
He
was
puzzled
and
discontent
.
At
any
rate
it
freed
him
Leaving
a
note
for
Franz
begging
off
from
supper
,
he
walked
through
the
countryside
to
the
tram
station
.
As
he
reached
the
platform
,
with
spring
twilight
gilding
the
rails
and
the
glass
in
the
slot
machines
,
he
began
to
feel
that
the
station
,
the
hospital
,
was
hovering
between
being
centripetal
and
centrifugal
.
He
felt
frightened
.
He
was
glad
when
the
substantial
cobble
-
stones
of
Zurich
clicked
once
more
under
his
shoes
.
He
expected
to
hear
from
Nicole
next
day
but
there
was
no
word
.
Wondering
if
she
was
ill
,
he
called
the
clinic
and
talked
to
Franz
.
"
She
came
downstairs
to
luncheon
yesterday
and
to
-
day
,
"
said
Franz
.
"
She
seemed
a
little
abstracted
and
in
the
clouds
.
How
did
it
go
off
?
"
Dick
tried
to
plunge
over
the
Alpine
crevasse
between
the
sexes
.
"
We
didn
’
t
get
to
it
—
at
least
I
didn
’
t
think
we
did
.
I
tried
to
be
distant
,
but
I
didn
’
t
think
enough
happened
to
change
her
attitude
if
it
ever
went
deep
.
"
Perhaps
his
vanity
had
been
hurt
that
there
was
no
coup
de
grâce
to
administer
.
"
From
some
things
she
said
to
her
nurse
I
’
m
inclined
to
think
she
understood
.
"
