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"
Fair
,
fat
,
forty
and
flatulent
.
"
She
stopped
dead
.
"
Oh
,
you
're
kidding
me
,
"
she
said
slowly
.
"
I
ca
n't
see
you
with
a
woman
like
that
.
"
"
Why
not
?
"
"
You
've
got
too
much
taste
.
"
"
Chacun
à
son
goût
,
my
dear
.
I
'm
nothing
much
to
look
at
,
myself
--
why
should
you
assume
I
could
charm
a
young
and
beautiful
woman
into
being
my
mistress
?
"
"
Because
you
could
!
"
she
said
indignantly
.
"
Oh
,
of
course
you
could
!
"
"
My
money
,
you
mean
?
"
"
Not
,
not
your
money
!
You
're
teasing
me
,
you
always
do
!
Rainer
Moerling
Hartheim
,
you
're
very
well
aware
how
attractive
you
are
,
otherwise
you
would
n't
wear
gold
medallions
and
netting
shirts
.
Looks
are
n't
everything
--
if
they
were
,
I
'd
still
be
wondering
.
"
"
Your
concern
for
me
is
touching
,
Herzchen
.
"
"
Why
is
it
that
when
I
'm
with
you
I
feel
as
if
I
'm
forever
running
to
catch
up
with
you
,
and
I
never
do
?
"
Her
spurt
of
temper
died
;
she
stood
looking
at
him
uncertainly
.
"
You
're
not
serious
,
are
you
?
"
