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Thus
after
a
period
of
adjustment
she
became
their
sounding
board
,
their
neutral
confidante
,
their
port
in
all
storms
;
she
bailed
Billie
out
of
jail
,
took
Bobbie
to
the
Mater
hospital
to
have
her
stomach
pumped
out
after
a
particularly
bad
quarrel
with
Billie
,
refused
to
take
sides
with
either
of
them
when
Pat
,
Al
,
Georgie
and
Ronnie
hove
in
turns
on
the
horizon
.
It
did
seem
a
very
insecure
kind
of
emotional
life
,
she
thought
.
Men
were
bad
enough
,
but
at
least
they
had
the
spice
of
intrinsic
difference
.
So
between
the
Culloden
and
Bothwell
Gardens
and
girls
she
had
known
from
Kincoppal
days
,
Justine
had
quite
a
lot
of
friends
,
and
was
a
good
friend
herself
.
She
never
told
them
all
her
troubles
as
they
did
her
;
she
had
Dane
for
that
,
though
what
few
troubles
she
admitted
to
having
did
n't
appear
to
prey
upon
her
.
The
thing
which
fascinated
her
friends
the
most
about
her
was
her
extraordinary
self-discipline
;
as
if
she
had
trained
herself
from
infancy
not
to
let
circumstances
affect
her
well-being
.
Of
chief
interest
to
everyone
called
a
friend
was
how
,
when
and
with
whom
Justine
would
finally
decide
to
become
a
fulfilled
woman
,
but
she
took
her
time
.
Arthur
Lestrange
was
Albert
Jones
's
most
durable
juvenile
lead
,
though
he
had
wistfully
waved
goodbye
to
his
fortieth
birthday
the
year
before
Justine
arrived
at
the
Culloden
.
He
had
a
good
body
,
was
a
steady
,
reliable
actor
and
his
clean-cut
,
manly
face
with
its
surround
of
yellow
curls
was
always
sure
to
evoke
audience
applause
.
For
the
first
year
he
did
n't
notice
Justine
,
who
was
very
quiet
and
did
exactly
as
she
was
told
.
But
at
the
end
of
the
year
her
freckle
treatments
were
finished
,
and
she
began
to
stand
out
against
the
scenery
instead
of
blending
into
it
.
Minus
the
freckles
and
plus
makeup
to
darken
her
brows
and
lashes
,
she
was
a
good-looking
girl
in
an
elfin
,
understated
way
.
She
had
none
of
Luke
O'Neill
's
arresting
beauty
,
or
her
mother
's
exquisiteness
.
Her
figure
was
passable
though
not
spectacular
,
a
trifle
on
the
thin
side
.
Only
the
vivid
red
hair
ever
stood
out
.
But
on
a
stage
she
was
quite
different
;
she
could
make
people
think
she
was
as
beautiful
as
Helen
of
Troy
or
as
ugly
as
a
witch
.
Arthur
first
noticed
her
during
a
teaching
period
,
when
she
was
required
to
recite
a
passage
from
Conrad
's
Lord
Jim
using
various
accents
.
She
was
extraordinary
,
really
;
he
could
feel
the
excitement
in
Albert
Jones
,
and
finally
understood
why
Al
devoted
so
much
time
to
her
.
A
born
mimic
,
but
far
more
than
that
;
she
gave
character
to
every
word
she
said
.
And
there
was
the
voice
,
a
wonderful
natural
endowment
for
any
actress
,
deep
,
husky
,
penetrating
.
So
when
he
saw
her
with
a
cup
of
tea
in
her
hand
,
sitting
with
a
book
open
on
her
knees
,
he
came
to
sit
beside
her
.
"
What
are
you
reading
?
"
She
looked
up
,
smiled
.
"
Proust
.
"
