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"
When
you
smile
—
"
He
had
recovered
his
paternal
attitude
,
perhaps
because
of
Nicole
’
s
silent
proximity
,
"
I
always
think
I
’
ll
see
a
gap
where
you
’
ve
lost
some
baby
teeth
.
"
But
he
was
too
late
—
she
came
close
up
against
him
with
a
forlorn
whisper
.
"
Take
me
.
"
"
Take
you
where
?
"
Astonishment
froze
him
rigid
.
"
Go
on
,
"
she
whispered
.
"
Oh
,
please
go
on
,
whatever
they
do
.
I
don
’
t
care
if
I
don
’
t
like
it
—
I
never
expected
to
—
I
’
ve
always
hated
to
think
about
it
but
now
I
don
’
t
.
I
want
you
to
.
"
She
was
astonished
at
herself
—
she
had
never
imagined
she
could
talk
like
that
.
She
was
calling
on
things
she
had
read
,
seen
,
dreamed
through
a
decade
of
convent
hours
.
Suddenly
she
knew
too
that
it
was
one
of
her
greatest
rôles
and
she
flung
herself
into
it
more
passionately
.
"
This
is
not
as
it
should
be
,
"
Dick
deliberated
.
"
Isn
’
t
it
just
the
champagne
?
Let
’
s
more
or
less
forget
it
.
"
"
Oh
,
no
,
NOW
.
I
want
you
to
do
it
now
,
take
me
,
show
me
,
I
’
m
absolutely
yours
and
I
want
to
be
.
"
"
For
one
thing
,
have
you
thought
how
much
it
would
hurt
Nicole
?
"
