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"
Nicole
,
comment
vas
-
tu
?
"
"
Dick
’
s
home
.
"
He
groaned
.
"
Meet
me
here
in
Cannes
,
"
he
suggested
.
"
I
’
ve
got
to
talk
to
you
.
"
"
I
can
’
t
.
"
"
Tell
me
you
love
me
.
"
Without
speaking
she
nodded
at
the
receiver
;
he
repeated
,
"
Tell
me
you
love
me
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
do
,
"
she
assured
him
.
"
But
there
’
s
nothing
to
be
done
right
now
.
"
"
Of
course
there
is
,
"
he
said
impatiently
.
"
Dick
sees
it
’
s
over
between
you
two
—
it
’
s
obvious
he
has
quit
.
What
does
he
expect
you
to
do
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
I
’
ll
have
to
—
"
She
stopped
herself
from
saying
"
—
to
wait
until
I
can
ask
Dick
,
"
and
instead
finished
with
:
"
I
’
ll
write
and
I
’
ll
phone
you
to
-
morrow
.
"
She
wandered
about
the
house
rather
contentedly
,
resting
on
her
achievement
.
She
was
a
mischief
,
and
that
was
a
satisfaction
;
no
longer
was
she
a
huntress
of
corralled
game
.
Yesterday
came
back
to
her
now
in
innumerable
detail
—
detail
that
began
to
overlay
her
memory
of
similar
moments
when
her
love
for
Dick
was
fresh
and
intact
.
She
began
to
slight
that
love
,
so
that
it
seemed
to
have
been
tinged
with
sentimental
habit
from
the
first
.
With
the
opportunistic
memory
of
women
she
scarcely
recalled
how
she
had
felt
when
she
and
Dick
had
possessed
each
other
in
secret
places
around
the
corners
of
the
world
,
during
the
month
before
they
were
married
.
