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"
After
all
,
I
am
a
hero
,
"
Tommy
said
calmly
,
only
half
joking
.
"
I
have
ferocious
courage
,
US
-
ually
,
something
like
a
lion
,
something
like
a
drunken
man
.
"
Nicole
waited
until
the
echo
of
his
boast
had
died
away
in
his
mind
—
she
knew
he
had
probably
never
made
such
a
statement
before
.
Then
she
looked
among
the
strangers
,
and
found
as
usual
,
the
fierce
neurotics
,
pretending
calm
,
liking
the
country
only
in
horror
of
the
city
,
of
the
sound
of
their
own
voices
which
had
set
the
tone
and
pitch
.
.
.
.
She
asked
:
"
Who
is
the
woman
in
white
?
"
"
The
one
who
was
beside
me
?
Lady
Caroline
Sibly
-
Biers
.
"
—
They
listened
for
a
moment
to
her
voice
across
the
way
:
"
The
man
’
s
a
scoundrel
,
but
he
’
s
a
cat
of
the
stripe
.
We
sat
up
all
night
playing
two
-
handed
chemin
-
de
-
fer
,
and
he
owes
me
a
mille
Swiss
.
"
Tommy
laughed
and
said
:
"
She
is
now
the
wickedest
woman
in
London
—
whenever
I
come
back
to
Europe
there
is
a
new
crop
of
the
wickedest
women
from
London
.
She
’
s
the
very
latest
—
though
I
believe
there
is
now
one
other
who
’
s
considered
almost
as
wicked
.
"
Nicole
glanced
again
at
the
woman
across
the
deck
—
she
was
fragile
,
tubercular
—
it
was
incredible
that
such
narrow
shoulders
,
such
puny
arms
could
bear
aloft
the
pennon
of
decadence
,
last
ensign
of
the
fading
empire
.
Her
resemblance
was
rather
to
one
of
John
Held
’
s
flat
-
chested
flappers
than
to
the
hierarchy
of
tall
languid
blondes
who
had
posed
for
painters
and
novelists
since
before
the
war
.
Golding
approached
,
fighting
down
the
resonance
of
his
huge
bulk
,
which
transmitted
his
will
as
through
a
gargantuan
amplifier
,
and
Nicole
,
still
reluctant
,
yielded
to
his
reiterated
points
:
that
the
Margin
was
starting
for
Cannes
immediately
after
dinner
;
that
they
could
always
pack
in
some
caviare
and
champagne
,
even
though
they
had
dined
;
that
in
any
case
Dick
was
now
on
the
phone
,
telling
their
chauffeur
in
Nice
to
drive
their
car
back
to
Cannes
and
leave
it
in
front
of
the
Café
des
Alliées
where
the
Divers
could
retrieve
it
.
They
moved
into
the
dining
salon
and
Dick
was
placed
next
to
Lady
Sibly
-
Biers
.
Nicole
saw
that
his
usually
ruddy
face
was
drained
of
blood
;
he
talked
in
a
dogmatic
voice
,
of
which
only
snatches
reached
Nicole
:
