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Chapter 3

           Agirlwithspectacles,myopiceyesinaninsipidlyprettyface,oneofthosesoulful-intellectualcreaturesborntobepreyedonandexploitedbyartisticphonies,smiledcoylyfromtheothersideoftheroom.ShewasstandingaloneandIguessedthatshewasthe"niceEnglishgirl"Margarethadpickedforme.Herlipstickwastoored,andshewasasfamiliarasaspeciesofbird.Iturnedawayfromherasfromacliff-edge,andwentandsatonthefloorbyabookshelf.ThereIpretendedtoreadapaperback.

           Alisonkneltbesideme."I’msloshed.Thatwhisky.Hey,havesomeofthis."Itwasgin.Shesatbesideme."Well?"Ithoughtofthatwhite-facedEnglishgirlwiththeredsmudgedmouth.Atleastthisgirlwasalive;brown,crude,butalive.

           "I’msogladyoureturnedtonight."

           "Yes?"Shesippedherginandgavemeasmallgraylook.

           "Everreadthis?"

           "Let’scutcorners.Tohellwithliterature.You’recleverandI’mbeautiful.Nowlet’stalkaboutwhatwereallyare."

           Thegrayeyesteased;ordared.

           "Who’sPete?"

           "He’sapilot."Shementionedafamousairline."Welivetogether.Offandon.That’sall."

           "Ah."

           "He’sdoingaconversioncourse.IntheStates."Sheturnedandgavemethatincongruouslysincerelook."I’mfree.AndI’mgoingtostayfree."Itwasn’tclearwhethershewastalkingaboutherfiancéorformybenefit;orwhetherfreedomwasherposeorhertruth.

           "Whatdoyoudo?"

           "Things.Receptionmostly."

           "Hotels?"

           "Anything."

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