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I sat up into the silver shaking of the bell, clutchinga loose puddle of sheet against my naked waist, sure it was theshroud-thing out there--the shroud-thing had come out of its grave toget me. Why, Bill? Why are we quits? He looked west, where the hills steppedinto the burning summer haze, disappearing in it before they couldbecome mountains, and said nothing. The bar wascrowded. And if it's al right by him it's al right by me.

Footman said that he andOsgood--it was Osgood driving the car, Devore's pet broker--did thedrive-by because Devore had made threats about what would happen to themif they didn't. Me here al night, said the Panama woman with a tearful smile. I used the word more than once. He used to take her down to the East Side, too, but it was more fun than going with Edwin.