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"
It
’
s
a
hole
-
and
-
corner
business
at
best
,
"
Dick
told
him
.
"
You
’
ll
spend
your
life
on
it
,
and
its
consequences
,
and
you
won
’
t
have
time
or
energy
for
any
other
decent
or
social
act
.
If
you
want
to
face
the
world
you
’
ll
have
to
begin
by
controlling
your
sensuality
—
and
,
first
of
all
,
the
drinking
that
provokes
it
—
"
He
talked
automatically
,
having
abandoned
the
case
ten
minutes
before
.
They
talked
pleasantly
through
another
hour
about
the
boy
’
s
home
in
Chili
and
about
his
ambitions
.
It
was
as
close
as
Dick
had
ever
come
to
comprehending
such
a
character
from
any
but
the
pathological
angle
—
he
gathered
that
this
very
charm
made
it
possible
for
Francisco
to
perpetrate
his
outrages
,
and
,
for
Dick
,
charm
always
had
an
independent
existence
,
whether
it
was
the
mad
gallantry
of
the
wretch
who
had
died
in
the
clinic
this
morning
,
or
the
courageous
grace
which
this
lost
young
man
brought
to
a
drab
old
story
.
Dick
tried
to
dissect
it
into
pieces
small
enough
to
store
away
—
realizing
that
the
totality
of
a
life
may
be
different
in
quality
from
its
segments
,
and
also
that
life
during
the
forties
seemed
capable
of
being
observed
only
in
segments
.
His
love
for
Nicole
and
Rosemary
,
his
friendship
with
Abe
North
,
with
Tommy
Barban
in
the
broken
universe
of
the
war
’
s
ending
—
in
such
contacts
the
personalities
had
seemed
to
press
up
so
close
to
him
that
he
became
the
personality
itself
—
there
seemed
some
necessity
of
taking
all
or
nothing
;
it
was
as
if
for
the
remainder
of
his
life
he
was
condemned
to
carry
with
him
the
egos
of
certain
people
,
early
met
and
early
loved
,
and
to
be
only
as
complete
as
they
were
complete
themselves
.
There
was
some
element
of
loneliness
involved
—
so
easy
to
be
loved
—
so
hard
to
love
.
As
he
sat
on
the
veranda
with
young
Francisco
,
a
ghost
of
the
past
swam
into
his
ken
.
A
tall
,
singularly
swaying
male
detached
himself
from
the
shrubbery
and
approached
Dick
and
Francisco
with
feeble
resolution
.
For
a
moment
he
formed
such
an
apologetic
part
of
the
vibrant
landscape
that
Dick
scarcely
remarked
him
—
then
Dick
was
on
his
feet
,
shaking
hands
with
an
abstracted
air
,
thinking
,
"
My
God
,
I
’
ve
stirred
up
a
nest
!
"
and
trying
to
collect
the
man
’
s
name
.
"
This
is
Doctor
Diver
,
isn
’
t
it
?
"
"
Well
,
well
—
Mr
.
Dumphry
,
isn
’
t
it
?
"
"
Royal
Dumphry
.
I
had
the
pleasure
of
having
dinner
one
night
in
that
lovely
garden
of
yours
.
"
"
Of
course
.
"
Trying
to
dampen
Mr
.
Dumphry
’
s
enthusiasm
,
Dick
went
into
impersonal
chronology
.
"
It
was
in
nineteen
—
twenty
-
four
—
or
twenty
-
five
—
"
He
had
remained
standing
,
but
Royal
Dumphry
,
shy
as
he
had
seemed
at
first
,
was
no
laggard
with
his
pick
and
spade
;
he
spoke
to
Francisco
in
a
flip
,
intimate
manner
,
but
the
latter
,
ashamed
of
him
,
joined
Dick
in
trying
to
freeze
him
away
.
