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"
Pooh
!
"
She
got
up
.
"
Come
on
,
Arthur
,
let
's
get
the
deed
over
and
done
with
before
I
change
my
mind
.
"
"
Now
?
Tonight
?
"
"
Why
on
earth
not
?
I
've
got
plenty
of
money
for
a
hotel
room
,
if
you
're
short
.
"
The
Hotel
Metropole
was
n't
far
away
;
they
walked
through
the
drowsing
streets
with
her
arm
tucked
cozily
in
his
,
laughing
.
It
was
too
late
for
diners
and
too
early
for
the
theaters
to
be
out
,
so
there
were
few
people
around
,
just
knots
of
American
sailors
off
a
visiting
task
force
,
and
groups
of
young
girls
window-shopping
with
an
eye
to
sailors
.
No
one
took
any
notice
of
them
,
which
suited
Arthur
fine
.
He
popped
into
a
chemist
shop
while
Justine
waited
outside
,
emerged
beaming
happily
.
"
Now
we
're
all
set
,
my
love
.
"
"
What
did
you
buy
?
French
letters
?
"
He
grimaced
.
"
I
should
hope
not
.
A
French
letter
is
like
coming
wrapped
in
a
page
of
the
Reader
's
Digest
--
condensed
tackiness
.
No
,
I
got
you
some
jelly
.
How
do
you
know
about
French
letters
,
anyway
?
"
"
After
seven
years
in
a
Catholic
boarding
school
?
What
do
you
think
we
did
?
Prayed
?
"
She
grinned
.
"
I
admit
we
did
n't
do
much
,
but
we
talked
about
everything
.
"
Mr.
and
Mrs.
Smith
surveyed
their
kingdom
,
which
was
n't
bad
for
a
Sydney
hotel
room
of
that
era
.
The
days
of
the
Hilton
were
still
to
come
.
It
was
very
large
,
and
had
superb
views
of
the
Sydney
Harbor
Bridge
.
There
was
no
bathroom
,
of
course
,
but
there
was
a
basin
and
ewer
on
a
marble-topped
stand
,
a
fitting
accompaniment
to
the
enormous
Victorian
relics
of
furniture
.
