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"
They
don
’
t
really
give
a
damn
where
they
are
,
so
I
don
’
t
see
why
they
don
’
t
stay
and
freeze
in
Deauville
.
"
"
Can
’
t
we
start
rumors
about
cholera
or
something
?
"
"
I
told
Bartholomew
that
some
categories
died
off
like
flies
here
—
I
told
him
the
life
of
a
suck
was
as
short
as
the
life
of
a
machine
-
gunner
in
the
war
.
"
"
You
didn
’
t
.
"
"
No
,
I
didn
’
t
,
"
he
admitted
.
"
He
was
very
pleasant
.
It
was
a
beautiful
sight
,
he
and
I
shaking
hands
there
on
the
boulevard
.
The
meeting
of
Sigmund
Freud
and
Ward
McAllister
.
"
Dick
didn
’
t
want
to
talk
—
he
wanted
to
be
alone
so
that
his
thoughts
about
work
and
the
future
would
overpower
his
thoughts
of
love
and
to
-
day
.
Nicole
knew
about
it
but
only
darkly
and
tragically
,
hating
him
a
little
in
an
animal
way
,
yet
wanting
to
rub
against
his
shoulder
.
"
The
darling
,
"
Dick
said
lightly
.
He
went
into
the
house
,
forgetting
something
he
wanted
to
do
there
,
and
then
remembering
it
was
the
piano
.
He
sat
down
whistling
and
played
by
ear
:
"
Just
picture
you
upon
my
knee
With
tea
for
two
and
two
for
tea
