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"
Oh
,
yes
—
S
.
Flesh
—
doesn
’
t
he
give
you
the
creeps
?
"
It
was
quiet
alone
with
Nicole
—
Rosemary
found
it
even
quieter
than
with
her
mother
.
Abe
North
and
Barban
,
the
Frenchman
,
were
talking
about
Morocco
,
and
Nicole
having
copied
her
recipe
picked
up
a
piece
of
sewing
.
Rosemary
examined
their
appurtenances
—
four
large
parasols
that
made
a
canopy
of
shade
,
a
portable
bath
house
for
dressing
,
a
pneumatic
rubber
horse
,
new
things
that
Rosemary
had
never
seen
,
from
the
first
burst
of
luxury
manufacturing
after
the
War
,
and
probably
in
the
hands
of
the
first
of
purchasers
.
She
had
gathered
that
they
were
fashionable
people
,
but
though
her
mother
had
brought
her
up
to
beware
such
people
as
drones
,
she
did
not
feel
that
way
here
.
Even
in
their
absolute
immobility
,
complete
as
that
of
the
morning
,
she
felt
a
purpose
,
a
working
over
something
,
a
direction
,
an
act
of
creation
different
from
any
she
had
known
.
Her
immature
mind
made
no
speculations
upon
the
nature
of
their
relation
to
each
other
,
she
was
only
concerned
with
their
attitude
toward
herself
—
but
she
perceived
the
web
of
some
pleasant
interrelation
,
which
she
expressed
with
the
thought
that
they
seemed
to
have
a
very
good
time
.
She
looked
in
turn
at
the
three
men
,
temporarily
expropriating
them
.
All
three
were
personable
in
different
ways
;
all
were
of
a
special
gentleness
that
she
felt
was
part
of
their
lives
,
past
and
future
,
not
circumstanced
by
events
,
not
at
all
like
the
company
manners
of
actors
,
and
she
detected
also
a
far
-
reaching
delicacy
that
was
different
from
the
rough
and
ready
good
fellowship
of
directors
,
who
represented
the
intellectuals
in
her
life
.
Actors
and
directors
—
those
were
the
only
men
she
had
ever
known
,
those
and
the
heterogeneous
,
indistinguishable
mass
of
college
boys
,
interested
only
in
love
at
first
sight
,
whom
she
had
met
at
the
Yale
prom
last
fall
.
These
three
were
different
.
Barban
was
less
civilized
,
more
skeptical
and
scoffing
,
his
manners
were
formal
,
even
perfunctory
.
Abe
North
had
,
under
his
shyness
,
a
desperate
humor
that
amused
but
puzzled
her
.
Her
serious
nature
distrusted
its
ability
to
make
a
supreme
impression
on
him
.
But
Dick
Diver
—
he
was
all
complete
there
.
Silently
she
admired
him
.
His
complexion
was
reddish
and
weather
-
burned
,
so
was
his
short
hair
—
a
light
growth
of
it
rolled
down
his
arms
and
hands
.
His
eyes
were
of
a
bright
,
hard
blue
.
His
nose
was
somewhat
pointed
and
there
was
never
any
doubt
at
whom
he
was
looking
or
talking
—
and
this
is
a
flattering
attention
,
for
who
looks
at
us
?
—
glances
fall
upon
us
,
curious
or
disinterested
,
nothing
more
.
His
voice
,
with
some
faint
Irish
melody
running
through
it
,
wooed
the
world
,
yet
she
felt
the
layer
of
hardness
in
him
,
of
self
-
control
and
of
self
-
discipline
,
her
own
virtues
.
Oh
,
she
chose
him
,
and
Nicole
,
lifting
her
head
saw
her
choose
him
,
heard
the
little
sigh
at
the
fact
that
he
was
already
possessed
.
Toward
noon
the
McKiscos
,
Mrs
.
Abrams
,
Mr
.
Dumphry
,
and
Signor
Campion
came
on
the
beach
.
They
had
brought
a
new
umbrella
that
they
set
up
with
side
glances
toward
the
Divers
,
and
crept
under
with
satisfied
expressions
—
all
save
Mr
.
McKisco
,
who
remained
derisively
without
.
In
his
raking
Dick
had
passed
near
them
and
now
he
returned
to
the
umbrellas
.
"
The
two
young
men
are
reading
the
Book
of
Etiquette
together
,
"
he
said
in
a
low
voice
.
"
Planning
to
mix
wit
de
quality
,
"
said
Abe
.
Mary
North
,
the
very
tanned
young
woman
whom
Rosemary
had
encountered
the
first
day
on
the
raft
,
came
in
from
swimming
and
said
with
a
smile
that
was
a
rakish
gleam
:
"
So
Mr
.
and
Mrs
.
Neverquiver
have
arrived
.
"
