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Beanie. And why assume that someone doesn't know
what she's doing if she says she does? If Beanie chose
to leave a snug lake to dive headfirst into the raging
ocean, then no doubt the landlocked, the highgrounders,
for whom even the most shallow pond was
too wet (and oh, my, Vincent, I hope I was not really
an awful disappointment, because we were very good
friends, weren't we?), then all those scared of drowning
should admit, "I am out of my element and ought not to
judge what certainly looks like the most terrifying folly
from back here, high and dry, on the shore."
In their off-mauve living room the Ransoms were
trying to decide what to do for dinner. Meanwhile,
cocktails were being served. Ernest, in sailing blazer,
served a martini to his wife, in caftan, and a Scotch and
soda to himself. Arthur Abernathy, in suit and tie, was
invited to serve himself as he awaited Emerald, who
was up in her room engaged in those somnambulistically
serene rites known in the family as "Emerald's getting
ready." Kate, in shorts and a T-shirt stamped
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