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Returning
to
the
window
she
called
down
to
Dick
:
"
Give
her
something
extra
!
"
"
If
I
could
get
to
that
phone
!
"
As
this
seemed
impracticable
,
Dick
capitulated
.
For
fifty
francs
,
increased
to
a
hundred
as
he
succumbed
to
the
idea
of
getting
her
out
hastily
,
Augustine
yielded
her
fortress
,
covering
the
retreat
with
stormy
grenades
of
"
Salaud
!
"
She
would
leave
only
when
her
nephew
could
come
for
her
baggage
.
Waiting
cautiously
in
the
neighborhood
of
the
kitchen
Dick
heard
a
cork
pop
,
but
he
yielded
the
point
.
There
was
no
further
trouble
—
when
the
nephew
arrived
,
all
apologetic
,
Augustine
bade
Dick
a
cheerful
,
convivial
good
-
by
and
called
up
"
All
revoir
,
Madame
!
Bonne
chance
!
"
to
Nicole
’
s
window
.
The
Divers
went
to
Nice
and
dined
on
a
bouillabaisse
,
which
is
a
stew
of
rock
fish
and
small
lobsters
,
highly
seasoned
with
saffron
,
and
a
bottle
of
cold
Chablis
.
He
expressed
pity
for
Augustine
.
"
I
’
m
not
sorry
a
bit
,
"
said
Nicole
.
"
I
’
m
sorry
—
and
yet
I
wish
I
’
d
shoved
her
over
the
cliff
.
"
There
was
little
they
dared
talk
about
in
these
days
;
seldom
did
they
find
the
right
word
when
it
counted
,
it
arrived
always
a
moment
too
late
when
one
could
not
reach
the
other
any
more
.
To
-
night
Augustine
’
s
outburst
had
shaken
them
from
their
separate
reveries
;
with
the
burn
and
chill
of
the
spiced
broth
and
the
parching
wine
they
talked
.
"
We
can
’
t
go
on
like
this
,
"
Nicole
suggested
.
"
Or
can
we
?
—
what
do
you
think
?
"
Startled
that
for
the
moment
Dick
did
not
deny
it
,
she
continued
,
"
Some
of
the
time
I
think
it
’
s
my
fault
—
I
’
ve
ruined
you
.
"
"
So
I
’
m
ruined
,
am
I
?
"
he
inquired
pleasantly
.
"
I
didn
’
t
mean
that
.
But
you
used
to
want
to
create
things
—
now
you
seem
to
want
to
smash
them
up
.
"
