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None
of
the
Unks
smoked
.
Though
she
had
never
asked
for
a
beer
before
,
on
earlier
occasions
she
had
sat
smoking
defiantly
while
they
talked
with
Rain
;
now
it
took
more
courage
than
she
could
command
to
produce
her
cigarettes
,
so
she
contented
herself
with
the
minor
victory
of
the
beer
,
dying
to
gulp
it
down
thirstily
but
mindful
of
their
dubious
regard
.
Ladylike
sips
,
Justine
,
even
if
you
are
dryer
than
a
secondhand
sermon
.
"
Rain
's
a
bonzer
bloke
,
"
said
Hughie
,
eyes
twinkling
.
Startled
,
Justine
suddenly
realized
why
she
had
grown
so
much
in
importance
in
their
thoughts
:
she
had
caught
herself
a
man
they
'd
like
to
have
in
the
family
.
"
Yes
,
he
is
rather
,
"
she
said
shortly
,
and
changed
the
subject
.
"
It
was
a
lovely
day
,
was
n't
it
?
"
All
the
heads
bobbed
in
unison
,
even
Frank
's
,
but
they
did
n't
seem
to
want
to
discuss
it
.
She
could
see
how
tired
they
were
,
yet
she
did
n't
regret
her
impulse
to
visit
them
.
It
took
a
little
while
for
near-atrophied
senses
and
feelings
to
learn
what
their
proper
functions
were
,
and
the
Unks
were
a
good
practice
target
.
That
was
the
trouble
with
being
an
island
;
one
forgot
there
was
anything
going
on
beyond
its
shores
.
"
What
's
Desdemona
?
"
Frank
asked
from
the
shadows
where
he
hid
.
Justine
launched
into
a
vivid
description
,
charmed
by
their
horror
when
they
learned
she
would
be
strangled
once
a
night
,
and
only
remembered
how
tired
they
must
be
half
an
hour
later
when
Patsy
yawned
.
"
I
must
go
,
"
she
said
,
putting
down
her
empty
glass
.
She
had
not
been
offered
a
second
beer
;
one
was
apparently
the
limit
for
ladies
.
"
Thanks
for
listening
to
me
blather
.
"
Much
to
Bob
's
surprise
and
confusion
,
she
kissed
him
good
night
;
Jack
edged
away
but
was
easily
caught
,
while
Hughie
accepted
the
farewell
with
alacrity
.
Jims
turned
bright
red
,
endured
it
dumbly
.
For
Patsy
,
a
hug
as
well
as
a
kiss
,
because
he
was
a
little
bit
of
an
island
himself
.
And
for
Frank
no
kiss
at
all
,
he
averted
his
head
;
yet
when
she
put
her
arms
around
him
she
could
sense
a
faint
echo
of
some
intensity
quite
missing
in
the
others
.
Poor
Frank
.
Why
was
he
like
that
?
