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"
Don
’
t
disturb
her
.
"
"
She
’
s
up
.
"
"
How
is
she
?
"
Dick
turned
around
slowly
.
"
Did
you
expect
her
to
be
dead
because
I
was
tight
?
"
His
tone
was
pleasant
.
"
Nicole
is
now
made
of
—
of
Georgia
pine
,
which
is
the
hardest
wood
known
,
except
lignum
vitæ
from
New
Zealand
—
"
Nicole
,
going
downstairs
,
heard
the
end
of
the
conversation
.
She
knew
,
as
she
had
always
known
,
that
Tommy
loved
her
;
she
knew
he
had
come
to
dislike
Dick
,
and
that
Dick
had
realized
it
before
he
did
,
and
would
react
in
some
positive
way
to
the
man
’
s
lonely
passion
.
This
thought
was
succeeded
by
a
moment
of
sheerly
feminine
satisfaction
.
She
leaned
over
her
children
’
s
breakfast
table
and
told
off
instructions
to
the
governess
,
while
upstairs
two
men
were
concerned
about
her
.
Later
in
the
garden
she
was
happy
;
she
did
not
want
anything
to
happen
,
but
only
for
the
situation
to
remain
in
suspension
as
the
two
men
tossed
her
from
one
mind
to
another
;
she
had
not
existed
for
a
long
time
,
even
as
a
ball
.
"
Nice
,
Rabbits
,
isn
’
t
it
—
Or
is
it
?
Hey
,
Rabbit
—
hey
you
!
Is
it
nice
?
—
hey
?
Or
does
it
sound
very
peculiar
to
you
?
"
The
rabbit
,
after
an
experience
of
practically
nothing
else
and
cabbage
leaves
,
agreed
after
a
few
tentative
shiftings
of
the
nose
.
Nicole
went
on
through
her
garden
routine
.
She
left
the
flowers
she
cut
in
designated
spots
to
be
brought
to
the
house
later
by
the
gardener
.
Reaching
the
sea
wall
she
fell
into
a
communicative
mood
and
no
one
to
communicate
with
;
so
she
stopped
and
deliberated
.
She
was
somewhat
shocked
at
the
idea
of
being
interested
in
another
man
—
but
other
women
have
lovers
—
why
not
me
?
In
the
fine
spring
morning
the
inhibitions
of
the
male
world
disappeared
and
she
reasoned
as
gaily
as
a
flower
,
while
the
wind
blew
her
hair
until
her
head
moved
with
it
.
Other
women
have
had
lovers
—
the
same
forces
that
last
night
had
made
her
yield
to
Dick
up
to
the
point
of
death
,
now
kept
her
head
nodding
to
the
wind
,
content
and
happy
with
the
logic
of
,
Why
shouldn
’
t
I
?
