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"
Baby
has
lots
of
common
sense
,
"
she
said
meditatively
.
"
Baby
is
one
of
—
"
The
door
slashed
shut
—
facing
a
mechanical
hum
,
Dick
finished
the
sentence
in
his
mind
,
"
—
Baby
is
a
trivial
,
selfish
woman
.
"
But
two
days
later
,
sleighing
to
the
station
with
Franz
,
Dick
admitted
that
he
thought
favorably
upon
the
matter
.
"
We
’
re
beginning
to
turn
in
a
circle
,
"
he
admitted
.
"
Living
on
this
scale
,
there
’
s
an
unavoidable
series
of
strains
,
and
Nicole
doesn
’
t
survive
them
.
The
pastoral
quality
down
on
the
summer
Riviera
is
all
changing
anyhow
—
next
year
they
’
ll
have
a
Season
.
"
They
passed
the
crisp
green
rinks
where
Wiener
waltzes
blared
and
the
colors
of
many
mountain
schools
flashed
against
the
pale
-
blue
skies
.
"
—
I
hope
we
’
ll
be
able
to
do
it
,
Franz
.
There
’
s
nobody
I
’
d
rather
try
it
with
than
you
—
"
Good
-
by
,
Gstaad
!
Good
-
by
,
fresh
faces
,
cold
sweet
flowers
,
flakes
in
the
darkness
.
Good
-
by
,
Gstaad
,
good
-
by
!
Dick
awoke
at
five
after
a
long
dream
of
war
,
walked
to
the
window
and
stared
out
it
at
the
Zugersee
.
His
dream
had
begun
in
sombre
majesty
;
navy
blue
uniforms
crossed
a
dark
plaza
behind
bands
playing
the
second
movement
of
Prokofieff
’
s
"
Love
of
Three
Oranges
.
"
Presently
there
were
fire
engines
,
symbols
of
disaster
,
and
a
ghastly
uprising
of
the
mutilated
in
a
dressing
station
.
He
turned
on
his
bed
-
lamp
light
and
made
a
thorough
note
of
it
ending
with
the
half
-
ironic
phrase
:
"
Non
-
combatant
’
s
shell
-
shock
.
"
As
he
sat
on
the
side
of
his
bed
,
he
felt
the
room
,
the
house
and
the
night
as
empty
.
In
the
next
room
Nicole
muttered
something
desolate
and
he
felt
sorry
for
whatever
loneliness
she
was
feeling
in
her
sleep
.
For
him
time
stood
still
and
then
every
few
years
accelerated
in
a
rush
,
like
the
quick
re
-
wind
of
a
film
,
but
for
Nicole
the
years
slipped
away
by
clock
and
calendar
and
birthday
,
with
the
added
poignance
of
her
perishable
beauty
.
