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Nicole
watched
them
through
the
boughs
;
it
seemed
all
right
what
they
were
saying
—
one
thing
was
good
for
one
person
,
another
for
another
.
Yet
it
was
a
man
’
s
world
she
had
overheard
;
going
back
to
the
house
she
became
doubtful
again
.
Dick
and
Tommy
were
on
the
terrace
.
She
walked
through
them
and
into
the
house
,
brought
out
a
sketch
pad
and
began
a
head
of
Tommy
.
"
Hands
never
idle
—
distaff
flying
,
"
Dick
said
lightly
.
How
could
he
talk
so
trivially
with
the
blood
still
drained
down
from
his
cheeks
so
that
the
auburn
lather
of
beard
showed
red
as
his
eyes
?
She
turned
to
Tommy
saying
:
"
I
can
always
do
something
.
I
used
to
have
a
nice
active
little
Polynesian
ape
and
juggle
him
around
for
hours
till
people
began
to
make
the
most
dismal
rough
jokes
—
"
She
kept
her
eyes
resolutely
away
from
Dick
.
Presently
he
excused
himself
and
went
inside
—
she
saw
him
pour
himself
two
glasses
of
water
,
and
she
hardened
further
.
"
Nicole
—
"
Tommy
began
but
interrupted
himself
to
clear
the
harshness
from
his
throat
.
"
I
’
m
going
to
get
you
some
special
camphor
rub
,
"
she
suggested
.
"
It
’
s
American
—
Dick
believes
in
it
.
I
’
ll
be
just
a
minute
.
"
"
I
must
go
really
.
"
Dick
came
out
and
sat
down
.
"
Believes
in
what
?
"
When
she
returned
with
the
jar
neither
of
the
men
had
moved
,
though
she
gathered
they
had
had
some
sort
of
excited
conversation
about
nothing
.
