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"
What
came
?
"
she
demanded
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
what
began
it
.
First
she
began
to
talk
—
"
"
Who
?
"
"
Violet
McKisco
.
"
He
lowered
his
voice
as
if
there
were
people
under
the
bench
.
"
But
don
’
t
mention
the
Divers
because
he
made
threats
against
anybody
who
mentioned
it
.
"
"
Who
did
?
"
"
Tommy
Barban
,
so
don
’
t
you
say
I
so
much
as
mentioned
them
.
None
of
us
ever
found
out
anyhow
what
it
was
Violet
had
to
say
because
he
kept
interrupting
her
,
and
then
her
husband
got
into
it
and
now
,
my
dear
,
we
have
the
duel
.
This
morning
—
at
five
o
’
clock
—
in
an
hour
.
"
He
sighed
suddenly
thinking
of
his
own
griefs
.
"
I
almost
wish
it
were
I
.
I
might
as
well
be
killed
now
I
have
nothing
to
live
for
.
"
He
broke
off
and
rocked
to
and
fro
with
sorrow
.
Again
the
iron
shutter
parted
above
and
the
same
British
voice
said
:
"
Rilly
,
this
must
stup
immejetely
.
"
Simultaneously
Abe
North
,
looking
somewhat
distracted
,
came
out
of
the
hotel
,
perceived
them
against
the
sky
,
white
over
the
sea
.
Rosemary
shook
her
head
warningly
before
he
could
speak
and
they
moved
another
bench
further
down
the
road
.
Rosemary
saw
that
Abe
was
a
little
tight
.
