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"You wanted to see me, ma'am?"

"I'm Louise Hollander. I own this boat."

One of the carnies had been a professor of archaeology until he was thrown out of college for stealing and selling valuable relics. He and Jeff had had long talks, and the professor had imbued Jeff with an enthusiasm for archaeology. "You can read the whole future of mankind in the past," the professor would say. "Think of it, son. Thousands of years ago there were people just like you and me dreaming dreams, spinning tales, living out their lives, giving birth to our ancestors." His eyes had taken on a faraway look. "Carthage--- that's where I'd like to go on a dig. Long before Christ was born, it was a great city, the Paris of ancient Africa. The people had their games, and baths, and chariot racing. The Circus Maximus was as large as five football fields." He had noted the interest in the boy's eyes. "Do you know how Cato the Elder used to end his speeches in the Roman Senate? He'd say, 'Delenda est cartaga'; 'Carthage must be destroyed.' His wish finally came true. The Romans reduced the place to rubble and came back twenty-five years later to build a great city on its ashes. I wish I could take you there on a dig one day, my boy."

Jeff walked over and examined the costume. "It doesn't have a Zipper."

Louise Hollander's mouth tightened. "What kind of women do you like? Whores, I suppose."

In their quarters at night, the crew members disparaged the passengers and made jokes about them. But Jeff admitted to himself that he was envious of them--- their backgrounds, their educations, and their easy manners. They had come from monied families and had attended the best schools. His school had been Uncle Willie and the carnival.

"I'm trying to get this off," she said. "I'm having a problem with the zipper."

"Then if you want to get your money's worth, you'd better let me get on with my work." Jeff moved on to the next stanchion.

"Then if you want to get your money's worth, you'd better let me get on with my work." Jeff moved on to the next stanchion.

She sat up in surprise. "What?"

They were together every night after that. At first Louise's friends were amused. He's another one of Louise's playthings, they thought. But when she informed them that she intended to marry Jeff, they were frantic.

"You wanted to see me, ma'am?"

On the last night before the schooner was to dock in Tahiti, Jeff was summoned to Louise Hollander's stateroom. She was wearing a sheer silk robe.

"I'm trying to get this off," she said. "I'm having a problem with the zipper."

Jeff walked over and examined the costume. "It doesn't have a Zipper."

In their quarters at night, the crew members disparaged the passengers and made jokes about them. But Jeff admitted to himself that he was envious of them--- their backgrounds, their educations, and their easy manners. They had come from monied families and had attended the best schools. His school had been Uncle Willie and the carnival.

A year later the professor had died of alcoholism, but Jeff had promised himself that one day he would go on a dig. Carthage, first, for the professor.

"Then if you want to get your money's worth, you'd better let me get on with my work." Jeff moved on to the next stanchion.

"Yes. I'm giving a dinner party tomorrow night. Would you like to come?"

Louise Hollander's mouth tightened. "What kind of women do you like? Whores, I suppose."

"You wanted to see me, ma'am?"

Louise Hollander's mouth tightened. "What kind of women do you like? Whores, I suppose."

Jeff walked over and examined the costume. "It doesn't have a Zipper."

In their quarters at night, the crew members disparaged the passengers and made jokes about them. But Jeff admitted to himself that he was envious of them--- their backgrounds, their educations, and their easy manners. They had come from monied families and had attended the best schools. His school had been Uncle Willie and the carnival.

And that was the way it began.

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