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Chapter 35

           AfterlunchFergusonwentbacktoherhotel.Shewasgoingtoliedownforawhileafterlunchshesaid.

           Alonglateintheafternoonsomeoneknockedonourdoor.

           "Whoisit?"

           "TheCountGreffiwishestoknowifyouwillplaybilliardswithhim."

           Ilookedatmywatch;Ihadtakenitoffanditwasunderthepillow.

           "Doyouhavetogo,darling?"Catherinewhispered.

           "IthinkI’dbetter."Thewatchwasaquarter-pastfouro’clock.OutloudIsaid,"TelltheCountGreffiIwillbeinthebilliard-roomatfiveo’clock."

           AtaquartertofiveIkissedCatherinegood-byandwentintothebathroomtodress.KnottingmytieandlookingintheglassIlookedstrangetomyselfinthecivilianclothes.Imustremembertobuysomemoreshirtsandsocks.

           "Willyoubeawayalongtime?"Catherineasked.Shelookedlovelyinthebed."Wouldyouhandmethebrush?"

           Iwatchedherbrushingherhair,holdingherheadsotheweightofherhairallcameononeside.Itwasdarkoutsideandthelightovertheheadofthebedshoneonherhairandonherneckandshoulders.Iwentoverandkissedherandheldherhandwiththebrushandherheadsunkbackonthepillow.Ikissedherneckandshoulders.Ifeltfaintwithlovinghersomuch.

           "Idon’twanttogoaway."

           "Idon’twantyoutogoaway."

           "Iwon’tgothen."

           "Yes.Go.It’sonlyforalittlewhileandthenyou’llcomeback.""We’llhavedinneruphere."

           "Hurryandcomeback."

           IfoundtheCountGreffiinthebilliard-room.

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