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Aloud
and
in
low
voices
they
exclaimed
.
Rosemary
’
s
eyes
filled
with
tears
.
"
Probably
the
young
ones
are
the
wives
,
"
said
Nicole
.
Over
his
wine
Dick
looked
at
them
again
;
in
their
happy
faces
,
the
dignity
that
surrounded
and
pervaded
the
party
,
he
perceived
all
the
maturity
of
an
older
America
.
For
a
while
the
sobered
women
who
had
come
to
mourn
for
their
dead
,
for
something
they
could
not
repair
,
made
the
room
beautiful
.
Momentarily
,
he
sat
again
on
his
father
’
s
knee
,
riding
with
Moseby
while
the
old
loyalties
and
devotions
fought
on
around
him
.
Almost
with
an
effort
he
turned
back
to
his
two
women
at
the
table
and
faced
the
whole
new
world
in
which
he
believed
.
—
Do
you
mind
if
I
pull
down
the
curtain
?
Abe
North
was
still
in
the
Ritz
bar
,
where
he
had
been
since
nine
in
the
morning
.
When
he
arrived
seeking
sanctuary
the
windows
were
open
and
great
beams
were
busy
at
pulling
up
the
dust
from
smoky
carpets
and
cushions
.
Chasseurs
tore
through
the
corridors
,
liberated
and
disembodied
,
moving
for
the
moment
in
pure
space
.
The
sit
-
down
bar
for
women
,
across
from
the
bar
proper
,
seemed
very
small
—
it
was
hard
to
imagine
what
throngs
it
could
accommodate
in
the
afternoon
.
The
famous
Paul
,
the
concessionaire
,
had
not
arrived
,
but
Claude
,
who
was
checking
stock
,
broke
off
his
work
with
no
improper
surprise
to
make
Abe
a
pick
-
me
-
up
.
Abe
sat
on
a
bench
against
a
wall
.
After
two
drinks
he
began
to
feel
better
—
so
much
better
that
he
mounted
to
the
barber
’
s
shop
and
was
shaved
.
When
he
returned
to
the
bar
Paul
had
arrived
—
in
his
custom
-
built
motor
,
from
which
he
had
disembarked
correctly
at
the
Boulevard
des
Capucines
.
Paul
liked
Abe
and
came
over
to
talk
.
"
I
was
supposed
to
ship
home
this
morning
,
"
Abe
said
.
"
I
mean
yesterday
morning
,
or
whatever
this
is
.
"
"
Why
din
you
?
"
asked
Paul
.
Abe
considered
,
and
happened
finally
to
a
reason
:
"
I
was
reading
a
serial
in
Liberty
and
the
next
installment
was
due
here
in
Paris
—
so
if
I
’
d
sailed
I
’
d
have
missed
it
—
then
I
never
would
have
read
it
.
"
"
It
must
be
a
very
good
story
.
"
