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Suddenly
her
head
went
back
,
her
mouth
opened
in
a
long
,
agonized
wail
,
and
became
peal
after
peal
of
uproarious
laughter
.
And
the
more
limply
furious
he
got
,
the
harder
she
laughed
,
pointing
her
finger
helplessly
toward
the
foot
of
the
bed
,
tears
streaming
down
her
face
.
Her
whole
body
was
convulsed
,
but
not
quite
in
the
manner
poor
Arthur
had
envisioned
.
*
*
*
In
many
ways
Justine
was
a
lot
closer
to
Dane
than
their
mother
was
,
and
what
they
felt
for
Mum
belonged
to
Mum
.
It
did
n't
impinge
upon
or
clash
with
what
they
felt
for
each
other
.
That
had
been
forged
very
early
,
and
had
grown
rather
than
diminished
.
By
the
time
Mum
was
freed
from
her
Drogheda
bondage
they
were
old
enough
to
be
at
Mrs.
Smith
's
kitchen
table
,
doing
their
correspondence
lessons
;
the
habit
of
finding
solace
in
each
other
had
been
established
for
all
time
.
Though
they
were
very
dissimilar
in
character
,
they
also
shared
many
tastes
and
appetites
,
and
those
they
did
n't
share
they
tolerated
in
each
other
with
instinctive
respect
,
as
a
necessary
spice
of
difference
.
They
knew
each
other
very
well
indeed
.
Her
natural
tendency
was
to
deplore
human
failings
in
others
and
ignore
them
in
herself
;
his
natural
tendency
was
to
understand
and
forgive
human
failings
in
others
,
and
be
merciless
upon
them
in
himself
.
She
felt
herself
invincibly
strong
;
he
knew
himself
perilously
weak
.
And
somehow
it
all
came
together
as
a
nearly
perfect
friendship
,
in
the
name
of
which
nothing
was
impossible
.
However
,
since
Justine
was
by
far
the
more
talkative
,
Dane
always
got
to
hear
a
lot
more
about
her
and
what
she
was
feeling
than
the
other
way
around
.
In
some
respects
she
was
a
little
bit
of
a
moral
imbecile
,
in
that
nothing
was
sacred
,
and
he
understood
that
his
function
was
to
provide
her
with
the
scruples
she
lacked
within
herself
.
Thus
he
accepted
his
role
of
passive
listener
with
a
tenderness
and
compassion
which
would
have
irked
Justine
enormously
had
she
suspected
them
.
Not
that
she
ever
did
;
she
had
been
bending
his
ear
about
absolutely
anything
and
everything
since
he
was
old
enough
to
pay
attention
.
"
Guess
what
I
did
last
night
?
"
she
asked
,
carefully
adjusting
her
big
straw
hat
so
her
face
and
neck
were
well
shaded
.
"
Acted
in
your
first
starring
role
,
"
Dane
said
.
"
Prawn
!
As
if
I
would
n't
tell
you
so
you
could
be
there
to
see
me
.
Guess
again
.
"
"
Finally
copped
a
punch
Bobbie
meant
for
Billie
.
"
"
Cold
as
a
stepmother
's
breast
.
"
