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"
We
’
re
waiting
for
a
tailor
to
finish
some
suits
so
we
can
get
to
Paris
.
I
’
m
going
into
stock
-
broking
and
they
wouldn
’
t
take
me
if
I
showed
up
like
this
.
Everybody
in
your
country
is
making
millions
.
Are
you
really
leaving
to
-
morrow
?
We
can
’
t
even
have
dinner
with
you
It
seems
the
Prince
had
an
old
girl
in
Munich
.
He
called
her
up
but
she
’
d
been
dead
five
years
and
we
’
re
having
dinner
with
the
two
daughters
.
"
The
Prince
nodded
.
"
Perhaps
I
could
have
arranged
for
Doctor
Diver
.
"
"
No
,
no
,
"
said
Dick
hastily
.
He
slept
deep
and
awoke
to
a
slow
mournful
march
passing
his
window
.
It
was
a
long
column
of
men
in
uniform
,
wearing
the
familiar
helmet
of
1914
,
thick
men
in
frock
coats
and
silk
hats
,
burghers
,
aristocrats
,
plain
men
.
It
was
a
society
of
veterans
going
to
lay
wreaths
on
the
tombs
of
the
dead
.
The
column
marched
slowly
with
a
sort
of
swagger
for
a
lost
magnificence
,
a
past
effort
,
a
forgotten
sorrow
.
The
faces
were
only
formally
sad
but
Dick
’
s
lungs
burst
for
a
moment
with
regret
for
Abe
’
s
death
,
and
his
own
youth
of
ten
years
ago
.
He
reached
Innsbruck
at
dusk
,
sent
his
bags
up
to
a
hotel
and
walked
into
town
.
In
the
sunset
the
Emperor
Maximilian
knelt
in
prayer
above
his
bronze
mourners
;
a
quartet
of
Jesuit
novices
paced
and
read
in
the
university
garden
.
The
marble
souvenirs
of
old
sieges
,
marriages
,
anniversaries
,
faded
quickly
when
the
sun
was
down
,
and
he
had
erbsen
-
suppe
with
würstchen
cut
up
in
it
,
drank
four
helles
of
Pilsener
and
refused
a
formidable
dessert
known
as
"
kaiser
-
schmarren
.
"
Despite
the
overhanging
mountains
Switzerland
was
far
away
,
Nicole
was
far
away
.
Walking
in
the
garden
later
when
it
was
quite
dark
he
thought
about
her
with
detachment
,
loving
her
for
her
best
self
.
He
remembered
once
when
the
grass
was
damp
and
she
came
to
him
on
hurried
feet
,
her
thin
slippers
drenched
with
dew
.
She
stood
upon
his
shoes
nestling
close
and
held
up
her
face
,
showing
it
as
a
book
open
at
a
page
.
"
Think
how
you
love
me
,
"
she
whispered
.
"
I
don
’
t
ask
you
to
love
me
always
like
this
,
but
I
ask
you
to
remember
.
Somewhere
inside
me
there
’
ll
always
be
the
person
I
am
to
-
night
.
"
But
Dick
had
come
away
for
his
soul
’
s
sake
,
and
he
began
thinking
about
that
.
He
had
lost
himself
—
he
could
not
tell
the
hour
when
,
or
the
day
or
the
week
,
the
month
or
the
year
.
Once
he
had
cut
through
things
,
solving
the
most
complicated
equations
as
the
simplest
problems
of
his
simplest
patients
.
Between
the
time
he
found
Nicole
flowering
under
a
stone
on
the
Zurichsee
and
the
moment
of
his
meeting
with
Rosemary
the
spear
had
been
blunted
.
