Hirschman rose from his chair to refill Varian’s glass, and Lena’s; then he drained the last centimeter of whiskey himself. “I’ll be seeing you, as they say in the movies. Perhaps we’ll rendezvous in New York.” “Oh, Albert!” Lena said, stricken. “Oh, Albert, nothing,” Hirschman said, and kissed her on both cheeks. He donned his overcoat, put his hat on his head, and took his briefcase in hand. Varian got to his feet, and for a moment they stood face-to-face in silence. “Drop us a line from Lisbon,” he managed to say. “And Albert—don’t get arrested at the border, all right? And don’t try to
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