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For
a
moment
Nicole
stood
looking
down
at
the
Mediterranean
but
there
was
nothing
to
do
with
that
,
even
with
her
tireless
hands
.
Presently
Dick
came
out
of
his
one
-
room
house
carrying
a
telescope
and
looked
east
toward
Cannes
.
In
a
moment
Nicole
swam
into
his
field
of
vision
,
whereupon
he
disappeared
into
his
house
and
came
out
with
a
megaphone
.
He
had
many
light
mechanical
devices
.
"
Nicole
,
"
he
shouted
,
"
I
forgot
to
tell
you
that
as
a
final
apostolic
gesture
I
invited
Mrs
.
Abrams
,
the
woman
with
the
white
hair
.
"
"
I
suspected
it
.
It
’
s
an
outrage
.
"
The
ease
with
which
her
reply
reached
him
seemed
to
belittle
his
megaphone
,
so
she
raised
her
voice
and
called
,
"
Can
you
hear
me
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
He
lowered
the
megaphone
and
then
raised
it
stubbornly
.
"
I
’
m
going
to
invite
some
more
people
too
.
I
’
m
going
to
invite
the
two
young
men
.
"
"
All
right
,
"
she
agreed
placidly
.
"
I
want
to
give
a
really
BAD
party
.
I
mean
it
.
I
want
to
give
a
party
where
there
’
s
a
brawl
and
seductions
and
people
going
home
with
their
feelings
hurt
and
women
passed
out
in
the
cabinet
de
toilette
.
You
wait
and
see
.
"
He
went
back
into
his
house
and
Nicole
saw
that
one
of
his
most
characteristic
moods
was
upon
him
,
the
excitement
that
swept
everyone
up
into
it
and
was
inevitably
followed
by
his
own
form
of
melancholy
,
which
he
never
displayed
but
at
which
she
guessed
.
This
excitement
about
things
reached
an
intensity
out
of
proportion
to
their
importance
,
generating
a
really
extraordinary
virtuosity
with
people
.
Save
among
a
few
of
the
tough
-
minded
and
perennially
suspicious
,
he
had
the
power
of
arousing
a
fascinated
and
uncritical
love
.
The
reaction
came
when
he
realized
the
waste
and
extravagance
involved
.
He
sometimes
looked
back
with
awe
at
the
carnivals
of
affection
he
had
given
,
as
a
general
might
gaze
upon
a
massacre
he
had
ordered
to
satisfy
an
impersonal
blood
lust
.
But
to
be
included
in
Dick
Diver
’
s
world
for
a
while
was
a
remarkable
experience
:
people
believed
he
made
special
reservations
about
them
,
recognizing
the
proud
uniqueness
of
their
destinies
,
buried
under
the
compromises
of
how
many
years
.
He
won
everyone
quickly
with
an
exquisite
consideration
and
a
politeness
that
moved
so
fast
and
intuitively
that
it
could
be
examined
only
in
its
effect
.
Then
,
without
caution
,
lest
the
first
bloom
of
the
relation
wither
,
he
opened
the
gate
to
his
amusing
world
.
So
long
as
they
subscribed
to
it
completely
,
their
happiness
was
his
preoccupation
,
but
at
the
first
flicker
of
doubt
as
to
its
all
-
inclusiveness
he
evaporated
before
their
eyes
,
leaving
little
communicable
memory
of
what
he
had
said
or
done
.
