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In
the
car
,
with
Dick
driving
,
they
followed
the
little
promontories
of
the
lake
,
catching
the
burn
of
light
and
water
in
the
windshield
,
tunnelling
through
cascades
of
evergreen
.
It
was
Dick
’
s
car
,
a
Renault
so
dwarfish
that
they
all
stuck
out
of
it
except
the
children
,
between
whom
Mademoiselle
towered
mastlike
in
the
rear
seat
.
They
knew
every
kilometer
of
the
road
—
where
they
would
smell
the
pine
needles
and
the
black
stove
smoke
.
A
high
sun
with
a
face
traced
on
it
beat
fierce
on
the
straw
hats
of
the
children
.
Nicole
was
silent
;
Dick
was
uneasy
at
her
straight
hard
gaze
.
Often
he
felt
lonely
with
her
,
and
frequently
she
tired
him
with
the
short
floods
of
personal
revelations
that
she
reserved
exclusively
for
him
,
"
I
’
m
like
this
—
I
’
m
more
like
that
,
"
but
this
afternoon
he
would
have
been
glad
had
she
rattled
on
in
staccato
for
a
while
and
given
him
glimpses
of
her
thoughts
.
The
situation
was
always
most
threatening
when
she
backed
up
into
herself
and
closed
the
doors
behind
her
.
At
Zug
Mademoiselle
got
out
and
left
them
.
The
Divers
approached
the
Agiri
Fair
through
a
menagerie
of
mammoth
steamrollers
that
made
way
for
them
.
Dick
parked
the
car
,
and
as
Nicole
looked
at
him
without
moving
,
he
said
:
"
Come
on
,
darl
.
"
Her
lips
drew
apart
into
a
sudden
awful
smile
,
and
his
belly
quailed
,
but
as
if
he
hadn
’
t
seen
it
he
repeated
:
"
Come
on
.
So
the
children
can
get
out
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
’
ll
come
all
right
,
"
she
answered
,
tearing
the
words
from
some
story
spinning
itself
out
inside
her
,
too
fast
for
him
to
grasp
.
"
Don
’
t
worry
about
that
.
I
’
ll
come
—
"
"
Then
come
.
"
She
turned
from
him
as
he
walked
beside
her
but
the
smile
still
flickered
across
her
face
,
derisive
and
remote
.
Only
when
Lanier
spoke
to
her
several
times
did
she
manage
to
fix
her
attention
upon
an
object
,
a
Punch
-
and
-
Judy
show
,
and
to
orient
herself
by
anchoring
to
it
.
Dick
tried
to
think
what
to
do
.
The
dualism
in
his
views
of
her
—
that
of
the
husband
,
that
of
the
psychiatrist
—
was
increasingly
paralyzing
his
faculties
.
In
these
six
years
she
had
several
times
carried
him
over
the
line
with
her
,
disarming
him
by
exciting
emotional
pity
or
by
a
flow
of
wit
,
fantastic
and
disassociated
,
so
that
only
after
the
episode
did
he
realize
with
the
consciousness
of
his
own
relaxation
from
tension
,
that
she
had
succeeded
in
getting
a
point
against
his
better
judgment
.
A
discussion
with
Topsy
about
the
guignol
—
as
to
whether
the
Punch
was
the
same
Punch
they
had
seen
last
year
in
Cannes
—
having
been
settled
,
the
family
walked
along
again
between
the
booths
under
the
open
sky
.
The
women
’
s
bonnets
,
perching
over
velvet
vests
,
the
bright
,
spreading
skirts
of
many
cantons
,
seemed
demure
against
the
blue
and
orange
paint
of
the
wagons
and
displays
.
There
was
the
sound
of
a
whining
,
tinkling
hootchy
-
kootchy
show
.
