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"
My
business
is
to
tear
them
apart
.
"
"
When
you
get
drunk
you
don
’
t
tear
anything
apart
except
yourself
,
"
she
said
,
cold
now
,
and
frightened
and
unconfident
.
The
station
was
filling
but
no
one
she
knew
came
.
After
a
moment
her
eyes
fell
gratefully
on
a
tall
girl
with
straw
hair
like
a
helmet
,
who
was
dropping
letters
in
the
mail
slot
.
"
A
girl
I
have
to
speak
to
,
Abe
.
Abe
,
wake
up
!
You
fool
!
"
Patiently
Abe
followed
her
with
his
eyes
.
The
woman
turned
in
a
startled
way
to
greet
Nicole
,
and
Abe
recognized
her
as
some
one
he
had
seen
around
Paris
.
He
took
advantage
of
Nicole
’
s
absence
to
cough
hard
and
retchingly
into
his
handkerchief
,
and
to
blow
his
nose
loud
.
The
morning
was
warmer
and
his
underwear
was
soaked
with
sweat
.
His
fingers
trembled
so
violently
that
it
took
four
matches
to
light
a
cigarette
;
it
seemed
absolutely
necessary
to
make
his
way
into
the
buffet
for
a
drink
,
but
immediately
Nicole
returned
.
"
That
was
a
mistake
,
"
she
said
with
frosty
humor
.
"
After
begging
me
to
come
and
see
her
,
she
gave
me
a
good
snubbing
.
She
looked
at
me
as
if
I
were
rotted
.
"
Excited
,
she
did
a
little
laugh
,
as
with
two
fingers
high
in
the
scales
.
"
Let
people
come
to
you
.
"
Abe
recovered
from
a
cigarette
cough
and
remarked
:
"
Trouble
is
when
you
’
re
sober
you
don
’
t
want
to
see
anybody
,
and
when
you
’
re
tight
nobody
wants
to
see
you
.
"
"
Who
,
me
?
"
Nicole
laughed
again
;
for
some
reason
the
late
encounter
had
cheered
her
.
"
No
—
me
.
"
