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This
seemed
very
remote
and
academic
to
McKisco
,
who
stared
at
him
and
said
,
"
What
?
"
"
Do
you
want
to
take
a
quick
dip
and
freshen
up
?
"
"
No
—
no
,
I
couldn
t
swim
.
"
He
sighed
"
I
don
’
t
see
what
it
’
s
all
about
,
"
he
said
helplessly
.
"
I
don
’
t
see
why
I
’
m
doing
it
.
"
It
was
the
first
thing
he
had
ever
done
in
his
life
.
Actually
he
was
one
of
those
for
whom
the
sensual
world
does
not
exist
,
and
faced
with
a
concrete
fact
he
brought
to
it
a
vast
surprise
.
"
We
might
as
well
be
going
,
"
said
Abe
,
seeing
him
fail
a
little
.
"
All
right
.
"
He
drank
off
a
stiff
drink
of
brandy
,
put
the
flask
in
his
pocket
,
and
said
with
almost
a
savage
air
:
"
What
’
ll
happen
if
I
kill
him
—
will
they
throw
me
in
jail
?
"
"
I
’
ll
run
you
over
the
Italian
border
.
"
He
glanced
at
Rosemary
—
and
then
said
apologetically
to
Abe
:
"
Before
we
start
there
’
s
one
thing
I
’
d
like
to
see
you
about
alone
.
"
