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"
Regarde
donc
cette
Anglaise
!
"
Down
she
dropped
again
—
this
time
the
wheel
and
its
music
were
slowing
and
a
dozen
people
were
around
her
car
,
all
of
them
impelled
by
the
quality
of
her
laughter
to
smile
in
sympathetic
idiocy
.
But
when
Nicole
saw
Dick
her
laughter
died
—
she
made
a
gesture
of
slipping
by
and
away
from
him
but
he
caught
her
arm
and
held
it
as
they
walked
away
.
"
Why
did
you
lose
control
of
yourself
like
that
?
"
"
You
know
very
well
why
.
"
"
No
,
I
don
’
t
.
"
"
That
’
s
just
preposterous
—
let
me
loose
—
that
’
s
an
insult
to
my
intelligence
.
Don
’
t
you
think
I
saw
that
girl
look
at
you
—
that
little
dark
girl
.
Oh
,
this
is
farcical
—
a
child
,
not
more
than
fifteen
.
Don
’
t
you
think
I
saw
?
"
"
Stop
here
a
minute
and
quiet
down
.
"
They
sat
at
a
table
,
her
eyes
in
a
profundity
of
suspicion
,
her
hand
moving
across
her
line
of
sight
as
if
it
were
obstructed
.
"
I
want
a
drink
—
I
want
a
brandy
.
"
"
You
can
’
t
have
brandy
—
you
can
have
a
bock
if
you
want
it
.
"
"
Why
can
’
t
I
have
a
brandy
?
"
