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"
If
you
think
that
because
you
’
ve
given
up
your
compartment
to
me
I
’
m
going
to
let
you
sleep
with
me
,
you
’
re
mistaken
.
"
"
Just
as
you
say
,
of
course
.
But
why
not
?
"
"
I
’
m
not
that
sort
of
terribly
attractive
woman
.
"
"
What
sort
of
woman
are
you
then
?
"
"
A
faithful
wife
and
a
devoted
mother
.
"
He
gave
a
little
sigh
.
"
Very
well
.
Then
I
’
ll
say
good
night
to
you
.
"
He
crushed
the
stub
of
his
cigarette
on
the
ashtray
and
took
her
hand
and
kissed
it
.
He
slowly
ran
his
lips
up
her
arm
.
It
gave
Julia
a
funny
little
sensation
.
The
beard
slightly
tickled
her
skin
.
Then
he
leant
over
and
kissed
her
lips
.
His
beard
had
a
somewhat
musty
smell
,
which
she
found
peculiar
;
she
was
not
sure
if
it
revolted
or
thrilled
her
.
It
was
odd
when
she
came
to
think
of
it
,
she
had
never
been
kissed
by
a
man
with
a
beard
before
.
It
seemed
strangely
indecent
.
He
snapped
out
the
light
.
He
did
not
leave
her
till
a
chink
of
light
through
the
drawn
blind
warned
them
that
day
had
broken
.
Julia
was
shattered
morally
and
physically
.
"
I
shall
look
a
perfect
wreck
when
we
get
to
Cannes
.
"
