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Show 235 But Nori did not enjoy phonetics, and turned away for another object. "Wot is dot?" "Dot is wall." "Waw?" "Not zackly." Phyllis too looked marmish, though with a touch of rakehell in her eyes. "On with the show." Nori looked about for a corker, and found it. "Wot is dot?" "Dot," said Phyllis, giggling, "is toe. My toe." She bent it in playful delight, and as Nori reached over to tickle theee ensued a brief scrambling of hands. "Wot. Is. Dot.," Phyllis repeated, throwing her arms out in shear joy. And as she gazed, sobriety jerked her upright like a puppet. Two fierce eyes, two fierce eagles, were glaring down. "Dot," said Nori, "is ker-ner." Indeed it was. He stood at the door witnessing a scene that, despite its general innocence, resambleri an illustration for international orgies. At his side stood a helmeteri MP, in whose ape lurked an apologetic glint: this was not his idea. Sato-san stood behind, looking about with a terrified, supplicating expression. Only Nori was unperturbed. "Dot . . . " she began once more. "Oh shut up," said Phyllis, "the bloody game is over." The Colonel stepped into the room. "Captain Wilson," ha said, "come here." Sid pulled himself together and stocPuo, and walking across noted how much less officerly he felt in stockinged feet. His progress calmed the room in receding waves; everybody |