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"
Do
you
know
Rosemary
’
s
here
?
"
Collis
asked
.
"
I
ran
into
her
.
"
"
I
was
in
Florence
and
I
heard
she
was
here
so
I
came
down
last
week
.
You
’
d
never
know
Mama
’
s
little
girl
.
"
He
modified
the
remark
,
"
I
mean
she
was
so
carefully
brought
up
and
now
she
’
s
a
woman
of
the
world
—
if
you
know
what
I
mean
.
Believe
me
,
has
she
got
some
of
these
Roman
boys
tied
up
in
bags
!
And
how
!
"
"
You
studying
in
Florence
?
"
"
Me
?
Sure
,
I
’
m
studying
architecture
there
.
I
go
back
Sunday
—
I
’
m
staying
for
the
races
.
"
With
difficulty
Dick
restrained
him
from
adding
the
drink
to
the
account
he
carried
in
the
bar
,
like
a
stock
-
market
report
.
When
Dick
got
out
of
the
elevator
he
followed
a
tortuous
corridor
and
turned
at
length
toward
a
distant
voice
outside
a
lighted
door
.
Rosemary
was
in
black
pajamas
;
a
luncheon
table
was
still
in
the
room
;
she
was
having
coffee
.
"
You
’
re
still
beautiful
,
"
he
said
.
"
A
little
more
beautiful
than
ever
.
"
"
Do
you
want
coffee
,
youngster
?
"
