He wouldnt. He wrehe flowers from the vase and thrust them at her; theymissed their mark, scattered on the flood-bye," he said; and, as though hewere going to vomit, scurried to the mens room. We heard the door lock.
The Carey chauffeur was a worldy spe ted our slapdash luggagemost civilly and remained rock-faced when, as the limousine swished uptownthrough a lessening rain, Holly stripped off her clothes, the riding e shednever had a ce to substitute, and struggled into a slim black dress. We didnttalk: talk could have only led tument; and also, Holly seemed too preoccupiedfor versation. She hummed to herself, swigged brandy, she leaned stantlyforward to peer out the windows, as if she were hunting an address -- or, I decided,taking a last impression of a se she wao remember. It was her of these.
But this: "Stop here," she ordered the driver, and we pulled to the curb of a street inSpanish Harlem. A savage, a garish, a moody neighborhood garlanded with……（内容加载失败！）
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