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The
Negro
got
up
sourly
and
went
away
,
leaving
Dick
in
a
still
more
evil
humor
.
But
he
saw
a
girl
smiling
at
him
from
across
the
room
and
immediately
the
pale
Roman
shapes
around
him
receded
into
decent
,
humble
perspective
.
She
was
a
young
English
girl
,
with
blonde
hair
and
a
healthy
,
pretty
English
face
and
she
smiled
at
him
again
with
an
invitation
he
understood
,
that
denied
the
flesh
even
in
the
act
of
tendering
it
.
"
There
’
s
a
quick
trick
or
else
I
don
’
t
know
bridge
,
"
said
Collis
.
Dick
got
up
and
walked
to
her
across
the
room
.
"
Won
’
t
you
dance
?
"
The
middle
-
aged
Englishman
with
whom
she
was
sitting
said
,
almost
apologetically
:
"
I
’
m
going
out
soon
.
"
Sobered
by
excitement
Dick
danced
.
He
found
in
the
girl
a
suggestion
of
all
the
pleasant
English
things
;
the
story
of
safe
gardens
ringed
around
by
the
sea
was
implicit
in
her
bright
voice
and
as
he
leaned
back
to
look
at
her
,
he
meant
what
he
said
to
her
so
sincerely
that
his
voice
trembled
.
When
her
current
escort
should
leave
,
she
promised
to
come
and
sit
with
them
.
The
Englishman
accepted
her
return
with
repeated
apologies
and
smiles
.
Back
at
his
table
Dick
ordered
another
bottle
of
spumante
.
"
She
looks
like
somebody
in
the
movies
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
can
’
t
think
who
.
"
He
glanced
impatiently
over
his
shoulder
.
"
Wonder
what
’
s
keeping
her
?
"
"
I
’
d
like
to
get
in
the
movies
,
"
said
Collis
thoughtfully
.
"
I
’
m
supposed
to
go
into
my
father
’
s
business
but
it
doesn
’
t
appeal
to
me
much
.
Sit
in
an
office
in
Birmingham
for
twenty
years
—
"
