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Her
gloved
hands
closed
over
his
on
the
desk
;
"
Dick
—
we
’
re
making
The
Grandeur
that
was
Rome
—
at
least
we
think
we
are
;
we
may
quit
any
day
.
"
He
looked
at
her
hard
,
trying
to
make
her
a
little
self
-
conscious
,
so
that
she
would
observe
less
closely
his
unshaven
face
,
his
crumpled
and
slept
-
in
collar
.
Fortunately
,
she
was
in
a
hurry
.
"
We
begin
early
because
the
mists
rise
at
eleven
—
phone
me
at
two
.
"
In
his
room
Dick
collected
his
faculties
.
He
left
a
call
for
noon
,
stripped
off
his
clothes
and
dove
literally
into
a
heavy
sleep
.
He
slept
over
the
phone
call
but
awoke
at
two
,
refreshed
.
Unpacking
his
bag
,
he
sent
out
suits
and
laundry
.
He
shaved
,
lay
for
half
an
hour
in
a
warm
bath
and
had
breakfast
.
The
sun
had
dipped
into
the
Via
Nazionale
and
he
let
it
through
the
portières
with
a
jingling
of
old
brass
rings
.
Waiting
for
a
suit
to
be
pressed
,
he
discovered
from
the
Corriere
della
Sera
that
"
una
novella
di
Sinclair
Lewis
‘
Wall
Street
’
nella
quale
autore
analizza
la
vita
sociale
di
una
piccola
citta
Americana
.
"
Then
he
tried
to
think
about
Rosemary
.
At
first
he
thought
nothing
.
She
was
young
and
magnetic
,
but
so
was
Topsy
.
He
guessed
that
she
had
had
lovers
and
had
loved
them
in
the
last
four
years
.
Well
,
you
never
knew
exactly
how
much
space
you
occupied
in
people
’
s
lives
.
Yet
from
this
fog
his
affection
emerged
—
the
best
contacts
are
when
one
knows
the
obstacles
and
still
wants
to
preserve
a
relation
.
The
past
drifted
back
and
he
wanted
to
hold
her
eloquent
giving
-
of
-
herself
in
its
precious
shell
,
till
he
enclosed
it
,
till
it
no
longer
existed
outside
him
.
He
tried
to
collect
all
that
might
attract
her
—
it
was
less
than
it
had
been
four
years
ago
.
Eighteen
might
look
at
thirty
-
four
through
a
rising
mist
of
adolescence
;
but
twenty
-
two
would
see
thirty
-
eight
with
discerning
clarity
.
Moreover
,
Dick
had
been
at
an
emotional
peak
at
the
time
of
the
previous
encounter
;
since
then
there
had
been
a
lesion
of
enthusiasm
.
When
the
valet
returned
he
put
on
a
white
shirt
and
collar
and
a
black
tie
with
a
pearl
;
the
cords
of
his
reading
-
glasses
passed
through
another
pearl
of
the
same
size
that
swung
a
casual
inch
below
.
After
sleep
,
his
face
had
resumed
the
ruddy
brown
of
many
Riviera
summers
,
and
to
limber
himself
up
he
stood
on
his
hands
on
a
chair
until
his
fountain
pen
and
coins
fell
out
.
At
three
he
called
Rosemary
and
was
bidden
to
come
up
.
Momentarily
dizzy
from
his
acrobatics
,
he
stopped
in
the
bar
for
a
gin
-
and
-
tonic
.
"
Hi
,
Doctor
Diver
!
"
Only
because
of
Rosemary
’
s
presence
in
the
hotel
did
Dick
place
the
man
immediately
as
Collis
Clay
.
He
had
his
old
confidence
and
an
air
of
prosperity
and
big
sudden
jowls
.
