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"
Stubborn
!
I
've
told
you
before
,
my
name
is
pronounced
Ryner
,
not
Rayner
.
"
"
Ah
,
but
you
do
n't
understand
,
"
she
said
,
looking
thoughtfully
at
the
twinkling
streams
of
water
,
the
dirty
pool
loaded
with
dirty
coins
.
"
Have
you
ever
been
to
Australia
?
"
His
shoulders
shook
,
but
he
made
no
sound
.
"
Twice
I
almost
went
,
Herzchen
,
but
I
managed
to
avoid
it
.
"
"
Well
,
if
you
had
gone
you
'd
understand
.
You
have
a
magical
name
to
an
Australian
,
when
it
's
pronounced
my
way
.
Rainer
.
Rain
.
Life
in
the
desert
.
"
Startled
,
he
dropped
his
cigarette
.
"
Justine
,
you
are
n't
falling
in
love
with
me
,
are
you
?
"
"
What
egotists
men
are
!
I
hate
to
disappoint
you
,
but
no
.
"
Then
,
as
if
to
soften
any
unkindness
in
her
words
,
she
slipped
her
hand
into
his
,
squeezed
.
"
It
's
something
much
nicer
.
"
"
What
could
be
nicer
than
falling
in
love
?
"
"
Almost
anything
,
I
think
.
I
do
n't
want
to
need
anyone
like
that
,
ever
.
"
"
Perhaps
you
're
right
.
It
's
certainly
a
crippling
handicap
,
taken
on
too
early
.
So
what
is
much
nicer
?
"
