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Stepping
backward
the
speaker
ran
against
Rosemary
,
whereupon
the
studio
manager
said
,
"
Hey
,
Earl
—
Miss
Hoyt
.
"
They
were
meeting
for
the
first
time
.
Brady
was
quick
and
strenuous
.
As
he
took
her
hand
she
saw
him
look
her
over
from
head
to
foot
,
a
gesture
she
recognized
and
that
made
her
feel
at
home
,
but
gave
her
always
a
faint
feeling
of
superiority
to
whoever
made
it
.
If
her
person
was
property
she
could
exercise
whatever
advantage
was
inherent
in
its
ownership
.
"
I
thought
you
’
d
be
along
any
day
now
,
"
Brady
said
,
in
a
voice
that
was
just
a
little
too
compelling
for
private
life
,
and
that
trailed
with
it
a
faintly
defiant
cockney
accent
.
"
Have
a
good
trip
?
"
"
Yes
,
but
we
’
re
glad
to
be
going
home
.
"
"
No
-
o
-
o
!
"
he
protested
.
"
Stay
awhile
—
I
want
to
talk
to
you
.
Let
me
tell
you
that
was
some
picture
of
yours
—
that
‘
Daddy
’
s
Girl
.
’
I
saw
it
in
Paris
.
I
wired
the
coast
right
away
to
see
if
you
were
signed
.
"
"
I
just
had
—
I
’
m
sorry
.
"
"
God
,
what
a
picture
!
"
Not
wanting
to
smile
in
silly
agreement
Rosemary
frowned
.
"
Nobody
wants
to
be
thought
of
forever
for
just
one
picture
,
"
she
said
.
"
Sure
—
that
’
s
right
.
What
’
re
your
plans
?
"
