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"
It
’
s
pretty
late
now
,
"
Dick
said
.
"
We
’
d
all
better
go
.
"
The
noble
dignity
of
Abe
’
s
face
took
on
a
certain
stubbornness
,
and
he
remarked
with
determination
:
"
Oh
,
no
.
"
He
paused
gravely
.
"
Oh
,
no
,
not
yet
.
We
’
ll
have
another
bottle
of
champagne
.
"
"
No
more
for
me
,
"
said
Dick
.
"
It
’
s
Rosemary
I
’
m
thinking
of
.
She
’
s
a
natural
alcoholic
—
keeps
a
bottle
of
gin
in
the
bathroom
and
all
that
—
her
mother
told
me
.
"
He
emptied
what
was
left
of
the
first
bottle
into
Rosemary
’
s
glass
.
She
had
made
herself
quite
sick
the
first
day
in
Paris
with
quarts
of
lemonade
;
after
that
she
had
taken
nothing
with
them
but
now
she
raised
the
champagne
and
drank
at
it
.
"
But
what
’
s
this
?
"
exclaimed
Dick
.
"
You
told
me
you
didn
’
t
drink
.
"
"
I
didn
’
t
say
I
was
never
going
to
.
"
"
What
about
your
mother
?
"
"
I
’
m
just
going
to
drink
this
one
glass
.
"
She
felt
some
necessity
for
it
.
Dick
drank
,
not
too
much
,
but
he
drank
,
and
perhaps
it
would
bring
her
closer
to
him
,
be
a
part
of
the
equipment
for
what
she
had
to
do
.
