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Campion
lay
gasping
on
his
back
in
the
shrubbery
,
the
only
casualty
of
the
duel
,
while
Rosemary
suddenly
hysterical
with
laughter
kept
kicking
at
him
with
her
espadrille
.
She
did
this
persistently
until
she
roused
him
—
the
only
matter
of
importance
to
her
now
was
that
in
a
few
hours
she
would
see
the
person
whom
she
still
referred
to
in
her
mind
as
"
the
Divers
"
on
the
beach
.
They
were
at
Voisins
waiting
for
Nicole
,
six
of
them
,
Rosemary
,
the
Norths
,
Dick
Diver
and
two
young
French
musicians
.
They
were
looking
over
the
other
patrons
of
the
restaurant
to
see
if
they
had
repose
—
Dick
said
no
American
men
had
any
repose
,
except
himself
,
and
they
were
seeking
an
example
to
confront
him
with
.
Things
looked
black
for
them
—
not
a
man
had
come
into
the
restaurant
for
ten
minutes
without
raising
his
hand
to
his
face
.
"
We
ought
never
to
have
given
up
waxed
mustaches
,
"
said
Abe
.
"
Nevertheless
Dick
isn
’
t
the
ONLY
man
with
repose
—
"
"
Oh
,
yes
,
I
am
.
"
"
—
but
he
may
be
the
only
sober
man
with
repose
.
"
A
well
-
dressed
American
had
come
in
with
two
women
who
swooped
and
fluttered
unselfconsciously
around
a
table
.
Suddenly
,
he
perceived
that
he
was
being
watched
—
whereupon
his
hand
rose
spasmodically
and
arranged
a
phantom
bulge
in
his
necktie
.
In
another
unseated
party
a
man
endlessly
patted
his
shaven
cheek
with
his
palm
,
and
his
companion
mechanically
raised
and
lowered
the
stub
of
a
cold
cigar
.
The
luckier
ones
fingered
eyeglasses
and
facial
hair
,
the
unequipped
stroked
blank
mouths
,
or
even
pulled
desperately
at
the
lobes
of
their
ears
.
A
well
-
known
general
came
in
,
and
Abe
,
counting
on
the
man
’
s
first
year
at
West
Point
—
that
year
during
which
no
cadet
can
resign
and
from
which
none
ever
recovers
—
made
a
bet
with
Dick
of
five
dollars
.
His
hands
hanging
naturally
at
his
sides
,
the
general
waited
to
be
seated
.
Once
his
arms
swung
suddenly
backward
like
a
jumper
’
s
and
Dick
said
,
"
Ah
!
"
supposing
he
had
lost
control
,
but
the
general
recovered
and
they
breathed
again
—
the
agony
was
nearly
over
,
the
garçon
was
pulling
out
his
chair
.
.
.
With
a
touch
of
fury
the
conqueror
shot
up
his
hand
and
scratched
his
gray
immaculate
head
.
