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"
Speak
for
yourself
.
I
like
people
,
a
lot
of
people
—
I
like
—
"
Rosemary
and
Mary
North
came
in
sight
,
walking
slowly
and
searching
for
Abe
,
and
Nicole
burst
forth
grossly
with
"
Hey
!
Hi
!
Hey
!
"
and
laughed
and
waved
the
package
of
handkerchiefs
she
had
bought
for
Abe
.
They
stood
in
an
uncomfortable
little
group
weighted
down
by
Abe
’
s
gigantic
presence
:
he
lay
athwart
them
like
the
wreck
of
a
galleon
,
dominating
with
his
presence
his
own
weakness
and
self
-
indulgence
,
his
narrowness
and
bitterness
.
All
of
them
were
conscious
of
the
solemn
dignity
that
flowed
from
him
,
of
his
achievement
,
fragmentary
,
suggestive
and
surpassed
.
But
they
were
frightened
at
his
survivant
will
,
once
a
will
to
live
,
now
become
a
will
to
die
.
Dick
Diver
came
and
brought
with
him
a
fine
glowing
surface
on
which
the
three
women
sprang
like
monkeys
with
cries
of
relief
,
perching
on
his
shoulders
,
on
the
beautiful
crown
of
his
hat
or
the
gold
head
of
his
cane
.
Now
,
for
a
moment
,
they
could
disregard
the
spectacle
of
Abe
’
s
gigantic
obscenity
.
Dick
saw
the
situation
quickly
and
grasped
it
quietly
.
He
pulled
them
out
of
themselves
into
the
station
,
making
plain
its
wonders
.
Nearby
,
some
Americans
were
saying
good
-
by
in
voices
that
mimicked
the
cadence
of
water
running
into
a
large
old
bathtub
.
Standing
in
the
station
,
with
Paris
in
back
of
them
,
it
seemed
as
if
they
were
vicariously
leaning
a
little
over
the
ocean
,
already
undergoing
a
sea
-
change
,
a
shifting
about
of
atoms
to
form
the
essential
molecule
of
a
new
people
.
So
the
well
-
to
-
do
Americans
poured
through
the
station
onto
the
platforms
with
frank
new
faces
,
intelligent
,
considerate
,
thoughtless
,
thought
-
for
.
An
occasional
English
face
among
them
seemed
sharp
and
emergent
.
When
there
were
enough
Americans
on
the
platform
the
first
impression
of
their
immaculacy
and
their
money
began
to
fade
into
a
vague
racial
dusk
that
hindered
and
blinded
both
them
and
their
observers
.
Nicole
seized
Dick
’
s
arm
crying
,
"
Look
!
"
Dick
turned
in
time
to
see
what
took
place
in
half
a
minute
.
At
a
Pullman
entrance
two
cars
off
,
a
vivid
scene
detached
itself
from
the
tenor
of
many
farewells
.
The
young
woman
with
the
helmet
-
like
hair
to
whom
Nicole
had
spoken
made
an
odd
dodging
little
run
away
from
the
man
to
whom
she
was
talking
and
plunged
a
frantic
hand
into
her
purse
;
then
the
sound
of
two
revolver
shots
cracked
the
narrow
air
of
the
platform
.
Simultaneously
the
engine
whistled
sharply
and
the
train
began
to
move
,
momentarily
dwarfing
the
shots
in
significance
.
Abe
waved
again
from
his
window
,
oblivious
to
what
had
happened
.
But
before
the
crowd
closed
in
,
the
others
had
seen
the
shots
take
effect
,
seen
the
target
sit
down
upon
the
platform
.
Only
after
a
hundred
years
did
the
train
stop
;
Nicole
,
Mary
,
and
Rosemary
waited
on
the
outskirts
while
Dick
fought
his
way
through
.
It
was
five
minutes
before
he
found
them
again
—
by
this
time
the
crowd
had
split
into
two
sections
,
following
,
respectively
,
the
man
on
a
stretcher
and
the
girl
walking
pale
and
firm
between
distraught
gendarmes
.
"
It
was
Maria
Wallis
,
"
Dick
said
hurriedly
.
"
The
man
she
shot
was
an
Englishman
—
they
had
an
awful
time
finding
out
who
,
because
she
shot
him
through
his
identification
card
.
"
They
were
walking
quickly
from
the
train
,
swayed
along
with
the
crowd
.
"
I
found
out
what
poste
de
police
they
’
re
taking
her
to
so
I
’
ll
go
there
—
"
