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She
laughed
helplessly
.
He
was
so
terrible
that
he
was
no
longer
terrible
,
only
dehumanized
.
"
I
wonder
why
Mrs
.
McKisco
didn
’
t
like
the
Divers
?
"
she
said
.
"
They
were
very
nice
to
her
.
"
"
Oh
,
it
wasn
’
t
that
.
It
was
something
she
saw
.
We
never
did
find
exactly
what
it
was
because
of
Barban
.
"
"
Then
that
wasn
’
t
what
made
you
so
sad
.
"
"
Oh
,
no
,
"
he
said
,
his
voice
breaking
,
"
that
was
something
else
that
happened
when
we
got
back
to
the
hotel
.
But
now
I
don
’
t
care
—
I
wash
my
hands
of
it
completely
.
"
They
followed
the
other
car
east
along
the
shore
past
Juan
les
Pins
,
where
the
skeleton
of
the
new
Casino
was
rising
.
It
was
past
four
and
under
a
blue
-
gray
sky
the
first
fishing
boats
were
creaking
out
into
a
glaucous
sea
.
Then
they
turned
off
the
main
road
and
into
the
back
country
.
"
It
’
s
the
golf
course
,
"
cried
Campion
,
"
I
’
m
sure
that
’
s
where
it
’
s
going
to
be
.
"
He
was
right
.
When
Abe
’
s
car
pulled
up
ahead
of
them
the
east
was
crayoned
red
and
yellow
,
promising
a
sultry
day
.
Ordering
the
hotel
car
into
a
grove
of
pines
Rosemary
and
Campion
kept
in
the
shadow
of
a
wood
and
skirted
the
bleached
fairway
where
Abe
and
McKisco
were
walking
up
and
down
,
the
latter
raising
his
head
at
intervals
like
a
rabbit
scenting
.
Presently
there
were
moving
figures
over
by
a
farther
tee
and
the
watchers
made
out
Barban
and
his
French
second
—
the
latter
carried
the
box
of
pistols
under
his
arm
.
Somewhat
appalled
,
McKisco
slipped
behind
Abe
and
took
a
long
swallow
of
brandy
.
He
walked
on
choking
and
would
have
marched
directly
up
into
the
other
party
,
but
Abe
stopped
him
and
went
forward
to
talk
to
the
Frenchman
.
The
sun
was
over
the
horizon
.
