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régler et l’autre a laissé son porte-monnaie chez lui.’
‘Trust a Frenchman to think of that,’ said Abe, and then
to the doctor. ‘Combien?’
‘Let me pay this,’ said McKisco.
‘No, I’ve got it. We were all in about the same danger.’
Abe paid the doctor while McKisco suddenly turned into
the bushes and was sick there. Then paler than before he
strutted on with Abe toward the car through the now rosy
morning.
Campion lay gasping on his back in the shrubbery, the
only casualty of the duel, while Rosemary suddenly hysteri-
cal with laughter kept kicking at him with her espadrille.
She did this persistently until she roused him—the only
matter of importance to her now was that in a few hours she
would see the person whom she still referred to in her mind
as ‘the Divers’ on the beach.

76 Tender is the Night