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Chapter 17
That’swhyshe’ssuchanicesisterformetohave.I’mnotarebel,butIdoadmirethem."
HerrHartheimshiftedhischairsothathecouldcontinuetokeepherinhislineofvisionevenwhenshestraightened,stoppedplayingwiththecat.Atthatmomentthebeautifulanimalgrewtiredofthehandwithanalienfemalescent,andwithoutgettingtoitsfeetcrawleddelicatelyfromredlaptogrey,curlingitselfunderHerrHartheim’sstrongsquarestrokinghands,purringsoloudlythateveryonelaughed.
"Excusemeforliving,"saidJustine,notproofagainstagoodjokeevenwhenshewasitsvictim.
"Hermotorisasgoodasever,"saidHerrHartheim,theamusementworkingfascinatingchangesinhisface.HisEnglishwassogoodhehardlyhadanaccent,butithadanAmericaninflection;herolledhisr’s.
Theteacamebeforeeveryonesettleddownagain,andoddlyenoughitwasHerrHartheimwhopoured,handingJustinehercupwithamuchfriendlierlookthanhehadgivenheratintroduction.
"InaBritishcommunity,"hesaidtoher,"afternoonteaisthemostimportantrefreshmentoftheday.Thingshappenoverteacups,don’tthey?Isupposebecausebyitsverynatureitcanbedemandedandtakenatalmostanytimebetweentwoandfive-thirty,andtalkingisthirstywork."
Thenexthalfhourseemedtoprovehispoint,thoughJustinetooknopartinthecongress.
