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"
Oh
,
did
you
?
"
"
This
is
only
the
second
season
that
the
hotel
’
s
been
open
in
summer
,
"
Nicole
explained
.
"
We
persuaded
Gausse
to
keep
on
a
cook
and
a
garçon
and
a
chasseur
—
it
paid
its
way
and
this
year
it
’
s
doing
even
better
.
"
"
But
you
’
re
not
in
the
hotel
.
"
"
We
built
a
house
,
up
at
Tarmes
.
"
"
The
theory
is
,
"
said
Dick
,
arranging
an
umbrella
to
clip
a
square
of
sunlight
off
Rosemary
’
s
shoulder
,
"
that
all
the
northern
places
,
like
Deauville
,
were
picked
out
by
Russians
and
English
who
don
’
t
mind
the
cold
,
while
half
of
us
Americans
come
from
tropical
climates
—
that
’
s
why
we
’
re
beginning
to
come
here
.
"
The
young
man
of
Latin
aspect
had
been
turning
the
pages
of
The
New
York
Herald
.
"
Well
,
what
nationality
are
these
people
?
"
he
demanded
,
suddenly
,
and
read
with
a
slight
French
intonation
,
"
‘
Registered
at
the
Hotel
Palace
at
Vevey
are
Mr
.
Pandely
Vlasco
,
Mme
.
Bonneasse
’
—
I
don
’
t
exaggerate
—
‘
Corinna
Medonca
,
Mme
.
Pasche
,
Seraphim
Tullio
,
Maria
Amalia
Roto
Mais
,
Moises
Teubel
,
Mme
.
Paragoris
,
Apostle
Alexandre
,
Yolanda
Yosfuglu
and
Geneveva
de
Momus
!
’
She
attracts
me
most
—
Geneveva
de
Momus
.
Almost
worth
running
up
to
Vevey
to
take
a
look
at
Geneveva
de
Momus
.
"
He
stood
up
with
sudden
restlessness
,
stretching
himself
with
one
sharp
movement
.
He
was
a
few
years
younger
than
Diver
or
North
.
He
was
tall
and
his
body
was
hard
but
overspare
save
for
the
bunched
force
gathered
in
his
shoulders
and
upper
arms
.
At
first
glance
he
seemed
conventionally
handsome
—
but
there
was
a
faint
disgust
always
in
his
face
which
marred
the
full
fierce
lustre
of
his
brown
eyes
.
Yet
one
remembered
them
afterward
,
when
one
had
forgotten
the
inability
of
the
mouth
to
endure
boredom
and
the
young
forehead
with
its
furrows
of
fretful
and
unprofitable
pain
.
"
We
found
some
fine
ones
in
the
news
of
Americans
last
week
,
"
said
Nicole
.
"
Mrs
.
Evelyn
Oyster
and
—
what
were
the
others
?
"
"
There
was
Mr
.
S
.
Flesh
,
"
said
Diver
,
getting
up
also
.
He
took
his
rake
and
began
to
work
seriously
at
getting
small
stones
out
of
the
sand
.
