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           Therewasasqueakandascuffleinthedark,andthenursereachedout,flickedthelightdownonBillyandthegirlwheretheywereblinkingupfromthatmattressonthefloorliketwoowlsfromanest.Thenurseignoredthehowloflaughterbehindher.

           "WilliamBibbit!"Shetriedsohardtosoundcoldandstern."William...Bibbit!"

           "Goodmorning,MissRatched,"Billysaid,notevenmakinganymovetogetupandbuttonhispajamas.Hetookthegirl’shandinhisandgrinned."ThisisCandy."

           Thenurse’stonguecluckedinherbonythroat."Oh,BillyBillyBilly—I’msoashamedforyou."

           Billywasn’tawakeenoughtorespondmuchtohershaming,andthegirlwasfussingaroundlookingunderthemattressforhernylons,movingslowandwarm-lookingaftersleep.Everysooftenshewouldstopherdreamyfumblingandlookupandsmileattheicyfigureofthenursestandingtherewithherarmscrossed,thenfeeltoseeifhersweaterwasbuttoned,andgobacktotuggingforhernyloncaughtbetweenthemattressandthetilefloor.Theybothmovedlikefatcatsfullofwarmmilk,lazyinthesun:Iguessedtheywerestillfairlydrunktoo.

           "Oh,Billy,"thenursesaid,likeshewassodisappointedshemightbreakdownandcry."Awomanlikethis.Acheap!Low!Painted—"

           "Courtesan?"Hardingsuggested."Jezebel?"Thenurseturnedandtriedtonailhimwithhereyes,buthejustwenton."NotJezebel?No?"Hescratchedhisheadinthought."HowaboutSalome?She’snotoriouslyevil.Perhaps‘dame’isthewordyouwant.