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"
Oh
,
don
’
t
you
?
Sometimes
I
don
’
t
either
.
"
She
put
her
hand
on
his
.
"
Oh
,
I
’
m
sorry
I
said
that
,
Dick
.
"
Some
one
had
brought
a
phonograph
into
the
bar
and
they
sat
listening
to
The
Wedding
of
the
Painted
Doll
.
One
morning
a
week
later
,
stopping
at
the
desk
for
his
mail
,
Dick
became
aware
of
some
extra
commotion
outside
:
Patient
Von
Cohn
Morris
was
going
away
.
His
parents
,
Australians
,
were
putting
his
baggage
vehemently
into
a
large
limousine
,
and
beside
them
stood
Doctor
Ladislau
protesting
with
ineffectual
attitudes
against
the
violent
gesturings
of
Morris
,
senior
.
The
young
man
was
regarding
his
embarkation
with
aloof
cynicism
as
Doctor
Diver
approached
.
"
Isn
’
t
this
a
little
sudden
,
Mr
.
Morris
?
"
Mr
.
Morris
started
as
he
saw
Dick
—
his
florid
face
and
the
large
checks
on
his
suit
seemed
to
turn
off
and
on
like
electric
lights
.
He
approached
Dick
as
though
to
strike
him
.
"
High
time
we
left
,
we
and
those
who
have
come
with
us
,
"
he
began
,
and
paused
for
breath
.
"
It
is
high
time
,
Doctor
Diver
.
High
time
.
"
"
Will
you
come
in
my
office
?
"
Dick
suggested
.
"
Not
I
!
I
’
ll
talk
to
you
,
but
I
’
m
washing
my
hands
of
you
and
your
place
.
"
