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Chapter 8

           Somethingnewwasintheair;freshnessfreshnessembodyingitselfinmusicasthecarslidintoGlionandtheyheardtheorchestrainthehotelgarden.

           Whentheychangedtothemountaintrainthemusicwasdrownedbytherushingwaterreleasedfromthehydraulicchamber.AlmostoverheadwasCaux,wherethethousandwindowsofahotelburnedinthelatesun.

           Buttheapproachwasdifferentaleather-lungedenginepushedthepassengersroundandroundinacorkscrew,mounting,rising;theychuggedthroughlow-levelcloudsandforamomentDicklostNicole’sfaceinthesprayoftheslantingdonkeyengine;theyskirtedaloststreakofwindwiththehotelgrowinginsizeateachspiral,untilwithavastsurprisetheywerethere,ontopofthesunshine.

           Intheconfusionofarrival,asDickslunghisknapsackandstartedforwardontheplatformtogethisbicycle,Nicolewasbesidehim.

           "Aren’tyouatourhotel?"sheasked.

           "I’meconomizing."

           "Willyoucomedownandhavedinner?"Someconfusionwithbaggageensued."ThisismysisterDoctorDiverfromZurich."

           Dickbowedtoayoungwomanoftwenty-five,tallandconfident.Shewasbothformidableandvulnerable,hedecided,rememberingotherwomenwithflower-likemouthsgroovedforbits.

           "I’lldropinafterdinner,"Dickpromised."FirstImustgetacclimated."

           Hewheeledoffhisbicycle,feelingNicole’seyesfollowinghim,feelingherhelplessfirstlove,feelingittwistaroundinsidehim

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