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"
Well
,
I
’
m
afraid
I
can
’
t
go
.
Mother
wouldn
’
t
like
it
.
"
As
Rosemary
entered
her
room
Mrs
.
Speers
stirred
sleepily
and
called
to
her
:
"
Where
’
ve
you
been
?
"
"
I
just
couldn
’
t
sleep
.
You
go
back
to
sleep
,
Mother
.
"
"
Come
in
my
room
.
"
Hearing
her
sit
up
in
bed
,
Rosemary
went
in
and
told
her
what
had
happened
.
"
Why
don
’
t
you
go
and
see
it
?
"
Mrs
.
Speers
suggested
.
"
You
needn
’
t
go
up
close
and
you
might
be
able
to
help
afterwards
.
"
Rosemary
did
not
like
the
picture
of
herself
looking
on
and
she
demurred
,
but
Mrs
.
Speer
’
s
consciousness
was
still
clogged
with
sleep
and
she
was
reminded
of
night
calls
to
death
and
calamity
when
she
was
the
wife
of
a
doctor
.
"
I
like
you
to
go
places
and
do
things
on
your
own
initiative
without
me
—
you
did
much
harder
things
for
Rainy
’
s
publicity
stunts
.
"
Still
Rosemary
did
not
see
why
she
should
go
,
but
she
obeyed
the
sure
,
clear
voice
that
had
sent
her
into
the
stage
entrance
of
the
Odeon
in
Paris
when
she
was
twelve
and
greeted
her
when
she
came
out
again
.
She
thought
she
was
reprieved
when
from
the
steps
she
saw
Abe
and
McKisco
drive
away
—
but
after
a
moment
the
hotel
car
came
around
the
corner
.
Squealing
delightedly
Luis
Campion
pulled
her
in
beside
him
.
"
I
hid
there
because
they
might
not
let
us
come
.
I
’
ve
got
my
movie
camera
,
you
see
.
"
