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She
parked
her
small
seat
violently
on
the
cloth
-
of
-
silver
chair
cushion
.
"
I
have
no
mirror
here
,
"
she
said
,
again
in
French
,
but
decisively
,
"
but
if
my
eyes
have
changed
it
’
s
because
I
’
m
well
again
.
And
being
well
perhaps
I
’
ve
gone
back
to
my
true
self
—
I
suppose
my
grandfather
was
a
crook
and
I
’
m
a
crook
by
heritage
,
so
there
we
are
.
Does
that
satisfy
your
logical
mind
?
"
He
scarcely
seemed
to
know
what
she
was
talking
about
.
"
Where
’
s
Dick
—
is
he
lunching
with
us
?
"
Seeing
that
his
remark
had
meant
comparatively
little
to
him
she
suddenly
laughed
away
its
effect
.
"
Dick
’
s
on
a
tour
,
"
she
said
.
"
Rosemary
Hoyt
turned
up
,
and
either
they
’
re
together
or
she
upset
him
so
much
that
he
wants
to
go
away
and
dream
about
her
.
"
"
You
know
,
you
’
re
a
little
complicated
after
all
.
"
"
Oh
no
,
"
she
assured
him
hastily
.
"
No
,
I
’
m
not
really
—
I
’
m
just
a
—
I
’
m
just
a
whole
lot
of
different
simple
people
.
"
Marius
brought
out
melon
and
an
ice
pail
,
and
Nicole
,
thinking
irresistibly
about
her
crook
’
s
eyes
did
not
answer
;
he
gave
one
an
entire
nut
to
crack
,
this
man
,
instead
of
giving
it
in
fragments
to
pick
at
for
meat
.
