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Chapter 40

           Iwentbacktothepapersandthewarinthepapersandpouredthesodaslowlyovertheiceintothewhiskey.Iwouldhavetotellthemnottoputiceinthewhiskey.Letthembringtheiceseparately.Thatwayyoucouldtellhowmuchwhiskeytherewasanditwouldnotsuddenlybetoothinfromthesoda.Iwouldgetabottleofwhiskeyandhavethembringiceandsoda.Thatwasthesensibleway.Goodwhiskeywasverypleasant.Itwasoneofthepleasantpartsoflife.

           "Whatareyouthinking,darling?"

           "Aboutwhiskey."

           "Whataboutwhiskey?"

           "Abouthowniceitis."

           Catherinemadeaface."Allright,"shesaid.

           Westayedatthathotelthreeweeks.Itwasnotbad;thedining-roomwasusuallyemptyandveryoftenweateinourroomatnight.WewalkedinthetownandtookthecogwheelrailwaydowntoOuchyandwalkedbesidethelake.Theweatherbecamequitewarmanditwaslikespring.Wewishedwewerebackinthemountainsbutthespringweatherlastedonlyafewdaysandthenthecoldrawnessofthebreaking-upofwintercameagain.

           Catherineboughtthethingssheneededforthebaby,upinthetown.Iwenttoagymnasiuminthearcadetoboxforexercise.IusuallywentupthereinthemorningwhileCatherinestayedlateinbed.Onthedaysoffalsespringitwasverynice,afterboxingandtakingashower,towalkalongthestreetssmellingthespringintheairandstopatacafétositandwatchthepeopleandreadthepaperanddrinkavermouth;thengodowntothehotelandhavelunchwithCatherine

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