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Chapter 17
"It’ssomethingmuchnicer."
"Whatcouldbenicerthanfallinginlove?"
"Almostanything,Ithink.Idon’twanttoneedanyonelikethat,ever."
"Perhapsyou’reright.It’scertainlyacripplinghandicap,takenontooearly.Sowhatismuchnicer?"
"Findingafriend."Herhandrubbedhis."Youaremyfriend,aren’tyou?"
"Yes."Smiling,hethrewacoininthefountain."There!ImusthavegivenitathousandD-marksovertheyears,justforreassurancethatIwouldcontinuetofeelthewarmthofthesouth.SometimesinmynightmaresI’mcoldagain."
"Yououghttofeelthewarmthoftherealsouth,"saidJustine."Ahundredandfifteenintheshade,ifyoucanfindany."
"Nowonderyoudon’tfeeltheheat."Helaughedthesoundlesslaugh,asalways;ahangoverfromtheolddays,whentolaughaloudmighthavetemptedfate."Andtheheatwouldaccountforthefactthatyou’rehard-boiled."
"YourEnglishiscolloquial,butAmerican.Iwouldhavethoughtyou’dhavelearnedEnglishinsomeposhBritishuniversity."
"No.IbegantolearnitfromCockneyorScottishorMidlandstommiesinaBelgiancamp,anddidn’tunderstandawordofitexceptwhenIspoketothemanwhohadtaughtittome.Onesaid‘abaht,’onesaid‘aboot,’onesaid‘about,’buttheyallmeant‘about.’SowhenIgotbacktoGermanyIsaweverymotionpictureIcould,andboughttheonlyrecordsavailableinEnglish,recordsmadebyAmericancomedians.
