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　could　keep　the　beat　　of　his　crawl。　He　walked　up　to　the　girl　and　saw　that　she　was　asleep。　He　found　his　wristwatch　in　the　rucksack　to　check　the　time　when　he　should　wake　her。　There　was　a　　cold　bottle　of　white　wine　wrapped　in　a　newspaper　and　with　their　towels　around　it。　He　uncorked　it　without　removing　the　paper　or　the　towels　and　took　a　cool　draught　from　the　awkward　bundle。　Then　he　sat　down　to　watch　the　girl　and　to　look　out　to　sea。

This　sea　was　always　colder　than　it　looked；　he　thought。　It　did　not　really　warm　until　the　middle　of　summer　except　on　the　shallow　beaches。　This　beach　dropped　off　quite　suddenly　and　the　water　had　been　sharply　cold　until　the　swimming　warmed　him。　He　looked　out　at　the　sea　and　the　high　clouds　and　noticed　how　far　the　fishing　fleet　was　working　to　the　westward。　Then　he　looked　at　the　girl　sleeping　on　the　sand　that　was　quite　dry　now　and　beginning　to　blow　delicately　with　the　rising　wind　when　his　feet　stirred。

During　the　night　he　had　felt　her　hands　touching　him。　And　when　he　woke　it　was　in　the　moonlight　and　she　had　made　the　dark　magic　of　the　change　again　and　he　did　not　say　no　when　she　spoke　to　him　and　asked　the　questions　and　he　felt　the　change　so　that　it　hurt　him　all　through　and　when　it　was　finished　after　they　were　both　exhausted　she　was　shaking　and　she　whispered　to　him；　〃Now　we　have　done　it。　Now　we　really　have　done　it。〃

Yes；　he　thought。　Now　we　have　really　done　it。　And　when　she　went　to　sleep　suddenly　like　a　tired　young　girl　and　lay　beside　him　lovely　in　the　moonlight　that　showed　the　beautiful　new　strange　line　of　her　head　as　she　slept　on　her　side　he　leaned　over　and　said　to　her　but　not　aloud；　〃I'm　with　you。　No　matter　what　else　you　have　in　your　head　I'm　with　you　and　I　love　you。〃

In　the　morning　he　had　been　very　hungry　for　breakfast　but　he　waited　for　her　to　wake。　He　kissed　her　finally　and　she　woke　and　smiled　and　got　up　sleepily　and　washed　in　the　big　basin　and　slouched　in　front　of　the　mirror　of　the　armoire　and　brushed　her　hair　and　looked　at　the　mirror　unsmiling　and　then　smiled　and　touched　her　cheeks　with　the　tips　of　her　fingers　and　pulled　a　striped　shirt　over　her　head　and　then　kissed　him。　She　stood　straight　so　her　breasts　pushed　against　his　chest　and　she　said；　〃Don't　worry；　David。　I'm　your　good　girl　come　back　again。

But　he　was　very　worried　now　and　he　thought　what　will　become　of　us　if　things　have　gone　this　wildly　and　this　dangerously　and　this　fast？　What　can　there　be　that　will　not　burn　out　in　a　fire　that　rages　like　that？　We　were　happy　and　I　am　sure　she　was　happy。　But　who　ever　knows？　And　who　are　you　to　judge　and　who　participated　and　who　accepted　the　change　and　lived　it？　If　that　is　what　she　wants　who　are　you　not　to　wish　her　to　have　it？　You're　lucky　to　have　a　wife　like　her　and　a　sin　is　what　you　feel　bad　after　and　you　don't　feel　bad。　Not　with　the　wine　you　don't　feel　bad；　he　told　himself；　and　what　will　you　drink　when　the　wine　won't　cover　for　you？

He　took　the　bottle　of　oil　out　of　the　rucksack　and　put　a　little　oil　on　the　girl's　chin　and　on　her　cheeks　and　on　her　nose　and　found　a　blue　faded　patterned　handkerchief　in　the　canvas　pocket　of　the　rucksack　and　laid　it　across　her　breast。

〃Must　I　stop？〃　the　girl　asked。　〃I'm　having　the　most　wonderful　dream。〃

〃Finish　the　dream；〃　he　said。

〃Thank　you。〃

In　a　few　minutes　she　breathed　very　deeply　and　shook　her　head　and　sat　up。

〃Let's　go　in　now；〃　she　said。

They　went　in　together　and　swam　out　and　then　played　under　water　like　porpoises。　When　they　swam　in　they　dried　each　other　off　with　towels　and　he　handed　her　the　bottle　of　wine　that　was　still　cool　in　the　rolled　newspaper　and　they　each　took　a　drink　and　she　looked　at　him　and　laughed。

〃It's　nice　to　drink　it　for　thirst；〃　she　said。　〃You　don't　really　mind　being　brothers　do　you？〃

〃No。〃　He　touched　her　forehead　and　her　nose　and　then　her　cheeks　and　chin　with　the　oil　and　then　put　it　carefully　above　and　behind　her　ears。

〃I　want　to　get　behind　my　ears　and　neck　tanned　and　over　my　cheekbones。　All　the　new　places。〃

〃You're　awfully　dark；　brother；〃　he　said。　〃You　don't　know　how　dark。〃

〃I　like　it；〃　the　girl　said。　〃But　I　want　to　be　darker。〃

They　lay　on　the　beach　on　the　firm　sand　that　was　dry　now　but　still　cool　after　the　high　tide　had　fallen。　The　young　man　put　some　oil　on　the　palm　of　his　hand　and　spread　it　lightly　with　his　fingers　over　the　girl's　thighs　and　they　glowed　warm　as　the　skin　took　the　oil。　He　went　on　spreading　it　over　her　belly　and　breasts　and　the　girl　said　sleepily；　〃We　don't　look　very　much　like　brothers　when　we're　this　way　do　we？〃

〃No。〃

〃I'm　trying　to　be　such　a　very　good　girl；〃　she　said。　〃Truly　you　don't　have　to　worry　darling　until　night。　We　won't　let　the　night　things　come　in　the　day。〃


At　the　hotel　the　postman　was　having　a　drink　while　he　waited　for　the　girl　to　sign　for　a　large　forwarding　envelope　heavy　with　enclosed　letters　from　her　bank　in　Paris。　There　were　three　letters　re…addressed　from　his　bank；　too。　It　was　the　first　mail　since　they　had　sent　the　hotel　as　a　forwarding　address。　The　young　man　gave　the　postman　five　francs　and　asked　him　to　have　another　glass　of　wine　with　him　at　the　zinc　bar。　The　girl　unhooked　the　key　from　the　board　and　said；　〃I'll　go　up　to　the　room　and　get　cleaned　up　and　meet　you　at　the　cafe。〃

After　he　finished　his　glass　he　said　goodbye　to　the　postman　and　walked　down　along　the　canal　to　the　cafe。　It　was　good　to　sit　in　the　shade　after　walking　back　bareheaded　in　the　sun　from　the　far　beach　and　it　was　pleasant　and　cool　in　the　cafe。　He　ordered　a

vermouth　and　soda　and　took　out　his　pocket　knife　and　slit　open　his　letters。　All　three　envelopes　were　from　his　publishers　and　two　of　them　were　fat　with　clippings　and　the　proofs　of　advertisements。　He　glanced　at　the　clippings　and　then　read　the　long　letter。　It　was　cheerful　and　guardedly　optimistic。　It　was　too　early　to　tell　how　the　book　would　do　but　everything　looked　good。　Most　of　the　reviews　were　excellent。　Of　course　there　were　some。　But　that　was　to　be　expected。　Sentences　had　been　underlined　in　the　reviews　that　would　probably　be　used　in　the　future　advertisements。　His　publisher　wished　he　could　say　more　about　how　the　book　would　do　but　he　never　made　predictions　as　to　sales。　It　was　bad　practice。　The　point　was　that　the　book　could　not　have　been　better　received。　The　reception　was　sensational　really。　But　he　would　see　the　clippings。　The　first　printing　had　been　five　thousand　copies　and　on　the　strength　of　the　reviews　a　second　printing　had　been　ordered。　The　upcoming　advertisements　would　carry　the　phrase　Now　in　Its　Second　Printing。　His　publisher　hoped　that　he　was　as　happy　as　he　deserved　to　be　and　taking　the　rest　that　he　so　richly　deserved。　He　sent　his　best　greetings　to　his　wife。

The　young　man　borrowed　a　pencil　from　the　waiter　and　com　menced　to　multiply　2。50　by　one　thousand。　That　was　easy。　Ten　percent　of　that　was　two　hundred　and　fifty　dollars。　Five　times　that　was　twelve　hundred　and　fifty　dollars。　Deduct　seven　hundred　and　fifty　dollars　for　the　advance。　That　left　five　hundred　dollars　earned　by　the　first　printing。

Now　there　was　the　second　printing。　Say　that　was　two　thousand。　That　was　twelve　and　a　half　percent　of　five　thousand　dollars。　If　that　was　how　the　contract　was。　That　would　be　six　hundred　and　twenty…five　dollars。　But　maybe　it　did　not　go　up　to　twelve　and　a　half　percent　until　ten　thousand。　Well　it　was　still　five　hundred　dollars。　That　would　still　leave　a　thousand。

He　started　to　read　the　reviews　and　found　that　he　had　drunk　the　vermouth　without　ever　noticing　it。　He　ordered　another　and　returned　the　pencil　to　the　waiter。　He　was　still　reading　the　reviews　when　the　girl　came　in　bringing　her　heavy　envelope　of　letters。
〃I　didn't　know　they'd　come；〃　she　said。　〃Let　me　see　them。　Please　let　me　see　them。〃
The　waiter　brought　her　a　vermouth　and　putting　it　down　saw　the　picture　as　the　girl　unfolded　a　clipping。
〃C'est　Monsieur？〃　he　asked。
〃Yes　it　is；〃　the　girl　said　and　held　it　up　for　him　to　see。
〃But　differently　dressed；〃　the　waiter　said。　〃Do　they　write　about　the　marriage？　May　I　see　a　picture　of　Madame？〃
〃Not　about　the　marriage。　Criticisms　of　a　book　by　Monsieur。〃
〃Magnificent；〃　said　the　waiter　who　was　deeply　moved。　〃Is　Madame　also　a　writer？〃
〃No；〃　the　girl　said　not　looking　up　from　the　clippings。　〃Madame　is　a　housewife。〃
The　waiter　laughed　proudly。　〃Madame　is　probably　in　the　cinema。〃
They　both　read　clippings　and　then　the　girl　put　the　one　she　was　reading　down　and　said；　〃I'm　frightened　by　them　and　all　the　things　they　say。　How　can　we　be　us　and　have　the　things　we　have　and　do　what　we　do　and　you　be　this　that's　in　the　clippings？〃
〃I've　had　them　before；〃　the　young　man　said。　〃They're　bad　for　you　but　it　doesn't　last。〃
〃They're　terrible；〃　she　said。　〃They　could　destroy　you　if　you　thought　about　them　or　believed　them。　You　don't　think　I　married　you　because　you　are　what　they　say　you　are　in　these　clippings　do　you？〃
〃No。　I　want　to　read　them　and　then　we'll　seal　them　up　in　the　envelope。〃
〃I　know　you　have　to　read　them。　I　don't　want　to　be　stupid　about　them。　But　even　in　an　envelope　it's　awful　to　have　them　with　us。　It's　like　bringing　along　somebody's　ashes　in　a　jar。〃

〃Plenty　of　people　would　be　happy　if　their　damned　husbands　had　good　reviews。〃

〃I'm　not　plenty　of　people　and　you're　not　my　damned　husband。　Please　let's　not　fight。〃

〃We　won't。　You　read　them　and　if　there's　anything　good　you　tell　me