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Nicole
’
s
snow
-
warm
face
lighted
up
further
as
she
saw
Dick
.
"
Where
is
he
?
"
"
He
missed
the
train
—
I
’
m
meeting
him
later
.
"
Dick
sat
down
,
swinging
a
heavy
boot
over
his
knee
.
"
You
two
look
very
striking
together
.
Every
once
in
a
while
I
forget
we
’
re
in
the
same
party
and
get
a
big
shock
at
seeing
you
.
"
Baby
was
a
tall
,
fine
-
looking
woman
,
deeply
engaged
in
being
almost
thirty
.
Symptomatically
she
had
pulled
two
men
with
her
from
London
,
one
scarcely
down
from
Cambridge
,
one
old
and
hard
with
Victorian
lecheries
.
Baby
had
certain
spinsters
’
characteristics
—
she
was
alien
from
touch
,
she
started
if
she
was
touched
suddenly
,
and
such
lingering
touches
as
kisses
and
embraces
slipped
directly
through
the
flesh
into
the
forefront
of
her
consciousness
.
She
made
few
gestures
with
her
trunk
,
her
body
proper
—
instead
,
she
stamped
her
foot
and
tossed
her
head
in
almost
an
old
-
fashioned
way
.
She
relished
the
foretaste
of
death
,
prefigured
by
the
catastrophes
of
friends
—
persistently
she
clung
to
the
idea
of
Nicole
’
s
tragic
destiny
.
Baby
’
s
younger
Englishman
had
been
chaperoning
the
women
down
appropriate
inclines
and
harrowing
them
on
the
bob
-
run
.
Dick
,
having
turned
an
ankle
in
a
too
ambitious
telemark
,
loafed
gratefully
about
the
"
nursery
slope
"
with
the
children
or
drank
kvass
with
a
Russian
doctor
at
the
hotel
.
"
Please
be
happy
,
Dick
,
"
Nicole
urged
him
.
"
Why
don
’
t
you
meet
some
of
these
ickle
durls
and
dance
with
them
in
the
afternoon
?
"
"
What
would
I
say
to
them
?
"
Her
low
almost
harsh
voice
rose
a
few
notes
,
simulating
a
plaintive
coquetry
:
"
Say
:
‘
Ickle
durl
,
oo
is
de
pwettiest
sing
.
’
What
do
you
think
you
say
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
like
ickle
durls
.
They
smell
of
castile
soap
and
peppermint
.
When
I
dance
with
them
,
I
feel
as
if
I
’
m
pushing
a
baby
carriage
.
"
It
was
a
dangerous
subject
—
he
was
careful
,
to
the
point
of
self
-
consciousness
,
to
stare
far
over
the
heads
of
young
maidens
.
