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Realizing
she
had
meddled
,
Baby
withdrew
hurriedly
:
"
Of
course
,
it
’
s
entirely
your
affair
.
"
"
A
thing
as
important
as
this
will
take
weeks
to
decide
.
I
wonder
how
I
like
the
picture
of
Nicole
and
me
anchored
to
Zurich
—
"
He
turned
to
Franz
,
anticipating
:
"
—
I
know
.
Zurich
has
a
gashouse
and
running
water
and
electric
light
—
I
lived
there
three
years
.
"
"
I
will
leave
you
to
think
it
over
,
"
said
Franz
.
"
I
am
confident
—
"
One
hundred
pair
of
five
-
pound
boots
had
begun
to
clump
toward
the
door
,
and
they
joined
the
press
.
Outside
in
the
crisp
moonlight
,
Dick
saw
the
girl
tying
her
sled
to
one
of
the
sleighs
ahead
.
They
piled
into
their
own
sleigh
and
at
the
crisp
-
cracking
whips
the
horses
strained
,
breasting
the
dark
air
.
Past
them
figures
ran
and
scrambled
,
the
younger
ones
shoving
each
other
from
sleds
and
runners
,
landing
in
the
soft
snow
,
then
panting
after
the
horses
to
drop
exhausted
on
a
sled
or
wail
that
they
were
abandoned
.
On
either
side
the
fields
were
beneficently
tranquil
;
the
space
through
which
the
cavalcade
moved
was
high
and
limitless
.
In
the
country
there
was
less
noise
as
though
they
were
all
listening
atavistically
for
wolves
in
the
wide
snow
.
In
Saanen
,
they
poured
into
the
municipal
dance
,
crowded
with
cow
herders
,
hotel
servants
,
shop
-
keepers
,
ski
teachers
,
guides
,
tourists
,
peasants
.
To
come
into
the
warm
enclosed
place
after
the
pantheistic
animal
feeling
without
,
was
to
reassume
some
absurd
and
impressive
knightly
name
,
as
thunderous
as
spurred
boots
in
war
,
as
football
cleats
on
the
cement
of
a
locker
-
room
floor
.
There
was
conventional
yodelling
,
and
the
familiar
rhythm
of
it
separated
Dick
from
what
he
had
first
found
romantic
in
the
scene
.
At
first
he
thought
it
was
because
he
had
hounded
the
girl
out
of
his
consciousness
;
then
it
came
to
him
under
the
form
of
what
Baby
had
said
:
"
We
must
think
it
over
carefully
—
"
and
the
unsaid
lines
back
of
that
:
"
We
own
you
,
and
you
’
ll
admit
it
sooner
or
later
.
It
is
absurd
to
keep
up
the
pretense
of
independence
.
"
It
had
been
years
since
Dick
had
bottled
up
malice
against
a
creature
—
since
freshman
year
at
New
Haven
when
he
had
come
upon
a
popular
essay
about
"
mental
hygiene
.
"
Now
he
lost
his
temper
at
Baby
and
simultaneously
tried
to
coop
it
up
within
him
,
resenting
her
cold
rich
insolence
.
It
would
be
hundreds
of
years
before
any
emergent
Amazons
would
ever
grasp
the
fact
that
a
man
is
vulnerable
only
in
his
pride
,
but
delicate
as
Humpty
-
Dumpty
once
that
is
meddled
with
—
though
some
of
them
paid
the
fact
a
cautious
lip
-
service
.
Doctor
Diver
’
s
profession
of
sorting
the
broken
shells
of
another
sort
of
egg
had
given
him
a
dread
of
breakage
.
But
:
"
There
’
s
too
much
good
manners
,
"
he
said
on
the
way
back
to
Gstaad
in
the
smooth
sleigh
.
