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from The Gentleman With The Lap Dog
The nurse gone, we continued to chat Jack up in a desultory way. He began to reminisce again about Yalta and repeated his intention to share a secret. I had read Chekhov, so I thought I had an idea what it might be, but I said nothing, thinking it might make him cross. Instead, I asked what the weather was like, there.
'Splendid, ' he enthused. (he carried on about the cypress trees, and about the palm trees, both. I couldn't remember anything in Chekhov's Yalta about palm trees, but I guessed Yalta must be chock full of them, or Jack wouldn't say so. I put a lot of stock in Jack's recall.
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