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And
me
for
you
and
you
for
me
—
"
Through
the
melody
flowed
a
sudden
realization
that
Nicole
,
hearing
it
,
would
guess
quickly
at
a
nostalgia
for
the
past
fortnight
.
He
broke
off
with
a
casual
chord
and
left
the
piano
.
It
was
hard
to
know
where
to
go
.
He
glanced
about
the
house
that
Nicole
had
made
,
that
Nicole
’
s
grandfather
had
paid
for
.
He
owned
only
his
work
house
and
the
ground
on
which
it
stood
.
Out
of
three
thousand
a
year
and
what
dribbled
in
from
his
publications
he
paid
for
his
clothes
and
personal
expenses
,
for
cellar
charges
,
and
for
Lanier
’
s
education
,
so
far
confined
to
a
nurse
’
s
wage
.
Never
had
a
move
been
contemplated
without
Dick
’
s
figuring
his
share
.
Living
rather
ascetically
,
travelling
third
-
class
when
he
was
alone
,
with
the
cheapest
wine
,
and
good
care
of
his
clothes
,
and
penalizing
himself
for
any
extravagances
,
he
maintained
a
qualified
financial
independence
.
After
a
certain
point
,
though
,
it
was
difficult
—
again
and
again
it
was
necessary
to
decide
together
as
to
the
uses
to
which
Nicole
’
s
money
should
be
put
.
Naturally
Nicole
,
wanting
to
own
him
,
wanting
him
to
stand
still
forever
,
encouraged
any
slackness
on
his
part
,
and
in
multiplying
ways
he
was
constantly
inundated
by
a
trickling
of
goods
and
money
.
The
inception
of
the
idea
of
the
cliff
villa
which
they
had
elaborated
as
a
fantasy
one
day
was
a
typical
example
of
the
forces
divorcing
them
from
the
first
simple
arrangements
in
Zurich
.
"
Wouldn
’
t
it
be
fun
if
—
"
it
had
been
;
and
then
,
"
Won
’
t
it
be
fun
when
—
"
It
was
not
so
much
fun
.
His
work
became
confused
with
Nicole
’
s
problems
;
in
addition
,
her
income
had
increased
so
fast
of
late
that
it
seemed
to
belittle
his
work
.
Also
,
for
the
purpose
of
her
cure
,
he
had
for
many
years
pretended
to
a
rigid
domesticity
from
which
he
was
drifting
away
,
and
this
pretense
became
more
arduous
in
this
effortless
immobility
,
in
which
he
was
inevitably
subjected
to
microscopic
examination
.
When
Dick
could
no
longer
play
what
he
wanted
to
play
on
the
piano
,
it
was
an
indication
that
life
was
being
refined
down
to
a
point
.
He
stayed
in
the
big
room
a
long
time
listening
to
the
buzz
of
the
electric
clock
,
listening
to
time
.
In
November
the
waves
grew
black
and
dashed
over
the
sea
wall
onto
the
shore
road
—
such
summer
life
as
had
survived
disappeared
and
the
beaches
were
melancholy
and
desolate
under
the
mistral
and
rain
.
Gausse
’
s
Hotel
was
closed
for
repairs
and
enlargement
and
the
scaffolding
of
the
summer
Casino
at
Juan
les
Pins
grew
larger
and
more
formidable
.
Going
into
Cannes
or
Nice
,
Dick
and
Nicole
met
new
people
—
members
of
orchestras
,
restaurateurs
,
horticultural
enthusiasts
,
shipbuilders
—
for
Dick
had
bought
an
old
dinghy
—
and
members
of
the
Syndicat
d
’
Initiative
.
They
knew
their
servants
well
and
gave
thought
to
the
children
’
s
education
In
December
,
Nicole
seemed
well
-
knit
again
;
when
a
month
had
passed
without
tension
,
without
the
tight
mouth
,
the
unmotivated
smile
,
the
unfathomable
remark
,
they
went
to
the
Swiss
Alps
for
the
Christmas
holidays
.
With
his
cap
,
Dick
slapped
the
snow
from
his
dark
blue
ski
-
suit
before
going
inside
.
The
great
hall
,
its
floor
pockmarked
by
two
decades
of
hobnails
,
was
cleared
for
the
tea
dance
,
and
four
-
score
young
Americans
,
domiciled
in
schools
near
Gstaad
,
bounced
about
to
the
frolic
of
"
Don
’
t
Bring
Lulu
,
"
or
exploded
violently
with
the
first
percussions
of
the
Charleston
.
It
was
a
colony
of
the
young
,
simple
,
and
expensive
—
the
Sturmtruppen
of
the
rich
were
at
St
.
Moritz
.
Baby
Warren
felt
that
she
had
made
a
gesture
of
renunciation
in
joining
the
Divers
here
.
Dick
picked
out
the
two
sisters
easily
across
the
delicately
haunted
,
soft
-
swaying
room
—
they
were
poster
-
like
,
formidable
in
their
snow
costumes
,
Nicole
’
s
of
cerulean
blue
,
Baby
’
s
of
brick
red
.
The
young
Englishman
was
talking
to
them
;
but
they
were
paying
no
attention
,
lulled
to
the
staring
point
by
the
adolescent
dance
.
