Al night the stretcher cases would spread along the broad pavements under the trees in fresh leaf in front of the hospital; Dick would help carry them up the marble stairs into the reception room. Lightning threw a lance across the lake, green-blue fire illuminating ablack well of water with its surface lashed into surging whitecaps. She laughed and they walked on with-out saying anything more. Her face was flushed and she looked very pretty again.
One of the stiffs working in the lunchroom was a wobbly named Monte Davis. I paid him quariterly, as is thecustom with caretakers in that part of the world; Bill Dean, old Yankeefrom a long line of them, cashed my checks and didn't ask why I neverused my place anymore. At least it was plugging the hole. Let's justcall it a leave of absence, shall we? Fine.
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