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"
Why
on
earth
go
to
so
much
trouble
?
Just
rip
it
all
off
,
Justine
.
"
"
How
untidy
!
"
He
picked
up
the
box
and
stroked
its
intact
shroud
reflectively
.
"
Now
,
if
I
was
a
disciple
of
the
eminent
Sigmund
Freud
...
"
"
If
you
were
Freud
,
what
?
"
She
glanced
up
,
saw
the
waitress
standing
beside
her
.
"
Cappuccino
,
please
.
"
It
annoyed
him
that
she
gave
her
own
order
,
but
he
let
it
pass
,
more
intent
on
pursuing
the
thought
in
his
mind
.
"
Vienna
,
please
.
Now
,
getting
back
to
what
I
was
saying
about
Freud
.
I
wonder
what
he
'd
think
of
this
?
He
might
say
...
"
She
took
the
packet
off
him
,
opened
it
,
removed
a
cigarette
and
lit
it
herself
without
giving
him
time
to
find
his
matches
.
"
Well
?
"
"
He
'd
think
you
liked
to
keep
membranous
substances
intact
,
would
n't
he
?
"
Her
laughter
gurgled
through
the
smoky
air
,
caused
several
male
heads
to
turn
curiously
.
"
Would
he
now
?
Is
that
a
roundabout
way
of
asking
me
if
I
'm
still
a
virgin
,
Arthur
?
"
He
clicked
his
tonque
,
exasperated
.
"
Justine
!
I
can
see
that
among
other
things
I
'll
have
to
teach
you
the
fine
art
of
prevarication
.
"
