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"
It
’
s
none
of
my
business
.
"
"
Do
you
want
me
for
a
case
in
psychology
?
"
"
Looking
at
you
as
a
perfectly
normal
girl
of
twenty
-
two
,
living
in
the
year
nineteen
twenty
-
eight
,
I
guess
you
’
ve
taken
a
few
shots
at
love
.
"
"
It
’
s
all
been
—
abortive
,
"
she
said
.
Dick
couldn
’
t
believe
her
.
He
could
not
decide
whether
she
was
deliberately
building
a
barrier
between
them
or
whether
this
was
intended
to
make
an
eventual
surrender
more
significant
.
"
Let
’
s
go
walk
in
the
Pincio
,
"
he
suggested
.
He
shook
himself
straight
in
his
clothes
and
smoothed
his
hair
.
A
moment
had
come
and
somehow
passed
.
For
three
years
Dick
had
been
the
ideal
by
which
Rosemary
measured
other
men
and
inevitably
his
stature
had
increased
to
heroic
size
.
She
did
not
want
him
to
be
like
other
men
,
yet
here
were
the
same
exigent
demands
,
as
if
he
wanted
to
take
some
of
herself
away
,
carry
it
off
in
his
pocket
.
Walking
on
the
greensward
between
cherubs
and
philosophers
,
fauns
and
falling
water
,
she
took
his
arm
snugly
,
settling
into
it
with
a
series
of
little
readjustments
,
as
if
she
wanted
it
to
be
right
because
it
was
going
to
be
there
forever
.
She
plucked
a
twig
and
broke
it
,
but
she
found
no
spring
in
it
.
Suddenly
seeing
what
she
wanted
in
Dick
’
s
face
she
took
his
gloved
hand
and
kissed
it
.
Then
she
cavorted
childishly
for
him
until
he
smiled
and
she
laughed
and
they
began
having
a
good
time
.
"
I
can
’
t
go
out
with
you
to
-
night
,
darling
,
because
I
promised
some
people
a
long
time
ago
.
But
if
you
’
ll
get
up
early
I
’
ll
take
you
out
to
the
set
to
-
morrow
.
"
He
dined
alone
at
the
hotel
,
went
to
bed
early
,
and
met
Rosemary
in
the
lobby
at
half
-
past
six
.
Beside
him
in
the
car
she
glowed
away
fresh
and
new
in
the
morning
sunshine
.
They
went
out
through
the
Porta
San
Sebastiano
and
along
the
Appian
Way
until
they
came
to
the
huge
set
of
the
forum
,
larger
than
the
forum
itself
.
Rosemary
turned
him
over
to
a
man
who
led
him
about
the
great
props
;
the
arches
and
tiers
of
seats
and
the
sanded
arena
.
She
was
working
on
a
stage
which
represented
a
guard
-
room
for
Christian
prisoners
,
and
presently
they
went
there
and
watched
Nicotera
,
one
of
many
hopeful
Valentinos
,
strut
and
pose
before
a
dozen
female
"
captives
,
"
their
eyes
melancholy
and
startling
with
mascara
.
