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"
Oh
,
don
’
t
talk
that
way
.
It
would
give
me
so
much
pleasure
to
think
of
a
little
something
I
could
do
for
you
,
Dick
.
"
He
turned
away
from
her
,
toward
the
veil
of
starlight
over
Africa
.
"
I
believe
that
’
s
true
,
Nicole
.
And
sometimes
I
believe
that
the
littler
it
was
,
the
more
pleasure
it
would
give
you
.
"
"
Don
’
t
talk
like
that
—
don
’
t
say
such
things
.
"
His
face
,
wan
in
the
light
that
the
white
spray
caught
and
tossed
back
to
the
brilliant
sky
had
none
of
the
lines
of
annoyance
she
had
expected
.
It
was
even
detached
;
his
eyes
focussed
upon
her
gradually
as
upon
a
chessman
to
be
moved
;
in
the
same
slow
manner
he
caught
her
wrist
and
drew
her
near
.
"
You
ruined
me
,
did
you
?
"
he
inquired
blandly
.
"
Then
we
’
re
both
ruined
.
So
—
"
Cold
with
terror
she
put
her
other
wrist
into
his
grip
.
All
right
,
she
would
go
with
him
—
again
she
felt
the
beauty
of
the
night
vividly
in
one
moment
of
complete
response
and
abnegation
—
all
right
,
then
—
—
but
now
she
was
unexpectedly
free
and
Dick
turned
his
back
sighing
.
"
Tch
!
tch
!
"
Tears
streamed
down
Nicole
’
s
face
—
in
a
moment
she
heard
some
one
approaching
;
it
was
Tommy
.
"
You
found
him
!
Nicole
thought
maybe
you
jumped
overboard
,
Dick
,
"
he
said
,
"
because
that
little
English
poule
slanged
you
.
"
