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"
Suit
yourself
.
"
Harshaw
turned
away
.
"
Front
!
"
Jill
slept
until
shortly
before
dinner
,
which
in
that
household
was
a
comfortable
eight
o
’
clock
.
She
awoke
refreshed
and
feeling
alert
,
so
much
so
that
she
sniffed
the
air
incoming
from
the
grille
over
her
head
and
surmised
correctly
that
the
doctor
had
offset
the
hypnotic
she
had
been
given
with
a
stimulant
.
While
she
was
asleep
someone
had
removed
the
dirty
and
torn
street
clothes
she
had
been
wearing
and
had
left
a
simple
,
off
-
white
dinner
dress
and
sandals
.
The
clothes
fit
her
fairly
well
;
Jill
concluded
that
they
must
belong
to
the
one
the
doctor
had
called
Miriam
.
She
bathed
and
painted
her
face
and
combed
her
hair
and
went
down
to
the
big
living
room
feeling
like
a
new
woman
.
Dorcas
was
curled
in
a
big
chair
,
doing
needle
point
;
she
looked
up
,
nodded
in
a
friendly
manner
as
if
Jill
were
always
part
of
the
household
,
turned
her
attention
back
to
her
fancy
work
.
Harshaw
was
standing
and
stirring
gently
a
mixture
in
a
tall
and
frosty
pitcher
.
"
Drink
?
"
he
said
.
‘
Uh
,
yes
,
thank
you
.
"
He
poured
two
large
cocktail
glasses
to
their
brims
,
handed
her
one
.
"
What
is
it
?
"
she
asked
.
"
My
own
recipe
,
a
comet
cocktail
.
One
third
vodka
,
one
third
muriatic
acid
,
one
third
battery
water
–
two
pinches
of
salt
and
add
a
pickled
beetle
.
"
"
Better
have
a
highball
,
"
Dorcas
advised
.
Jill
noticed
that
the
other
girl
had
a
tall
glass
at
her
elbow
.
"
Mind
your
own
business
,
"
Harshaw
advised
without
rancor
.
"
The
hydrochloric
acid
is
good
for
the
digestion
;
the
beetle
adds
vitamins
and
protein
.
"
He
raised
his
glass
to
Jill
and
said
solemnly
,
"
Here
’
s
to
our
noble
selves
!
There
are
damned
few
of
us
left
.
"
He
almost
emptied
his
glass
,
replenished
it
before
he
set
it
down
.
Jill
took
a
cautious
sip
,
then
a
much
bigger
one
.
Whatever
the
true
ingredients
,
the
drink
seemed
to
be
exactly
what
she
needed
;
a
warm
feeling
of
well
-
being
spread
gently
from
her
center
of
gravity
toward
her
extremities
.
She
drank
about
half
of
it
,
let
Harshaw
add
a
dividend
.
"
Look
in
on
our
patient
?
"
he
asked
.
"
No
,
sir
.
I
didn
’
t
know
where
he
was
.
"
