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"
Mother
thought
I
needed
a
rest
.
When
I
get
back
we
’
ll
probably
either
sign
up
with
First
National
or
keep
on
with
Famous
.
"
"
Who
’
s
we
?
"
"
My
mother
.
She
decides
business
matters
.
I
couldn
’
t
do
without
her
.
"
Again
he
looked
her
over
completely
,
and
,
as
he
did
,
something
in
Rosemary
went
out
to
him
.
It
was
not
liking
,
not
at
all
the
spontaneous
admiration
she
had
felt
for
the
man
on
the
beach
this
morning
.
It
was
a
click
.
He
desired
her
and
,
so
far
as
her
virginal
emotions
went
,
she
contemplated
a
surrender
with
equanimity
.
Yet
she
knew
she
would
forget
him
half
an
hour
after
she
left
him
—
like
an
actor
kissed
in
a
picture
.
"
Where
are
you
staying
?
"
Brady
asked
.
"
Oh
,
yes
,
at
Gausse
’
s
.
Well
,
my
plans
are
made
for
this
year
,
too
,
but
that
letter
I
wrote
you
still
stands
.
Rather
make
a
picture
with
you
than
any
girl
since
Connie
Talmadge
was
a
kid
.
"
"
I
feel
the
same
way
.
Why
don
’
t
you
come
back
to
Hollywood
?
"
"
I
can
’
t
stand
the
damn
place
.
I
’
m
fine
here
.
Wait
till
after
this
shot
and
I
’
ll
show
you
around
.
"
Walking
onto
the
set
he
began
to
talk
to
the
French
actor
in
a
low
,
quiet
voice
.
Five
minutes
passed
—
Brady
talked
on
,
while
from
time
to
time
the
Frenchman
shifted
his
feet
and
nodded
.
Abruptly
,
Brady
broke
off
,
calling
something
to
the
lights
that
startled
them
into
a
humming
glare
.
Los
Angeles
was
loud
about
Rosemary
now
.
Unappalled
she
moved
once
more
through
the
city
of
thin
partitions
,
wanting
to
be
back
there
.
But
she
did
not
want
to
see
Brady
in
the
mood
she
sensed
he
would
be
in
after
he
had
finished
and
she
left
the
lot
with
a
spell
still
upon
her
.
The
Mediterranean
world
was
less
silent
now
that
she
knew
the
studio
was
there
.
She
liked
the
people
on
the
streets
and
bought
herself
a
pair
of
espadrilles
on
the
way
to
the
train
.
