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"
I
want
you
terribly
—
let
’
s
go
to
the
hotel
now
.
"
Nicole
gave
a
little
gasping
sigh
.
For
a
moment
the
words
conveyed
nothing
at
all
to
Rosemary
—
but
the
tone
did
.
The
vast
secretiveness
of
it
vibrated
to
herself
.
"
I
want
you
.
"
"
I
’
ll
be
at
the
hotel
at
four
.
"
Rosemary
stood
breathless
as
the
voices
moved
away
.
She
was
at
first
even
astonished
—
she
had
seen
them
in
their
relation
to
each
other
as
people
without
personal
exigencies
—
as
something
cooler
.
Now
a
strong
current
of
emotion
flowed
through
her
,
profound
and
unidentified
.
She
did
not
know
whether
she
was
attracted
or
repelled
,
but
only
that
she
was
deeply
moved
.
It
made
her
feel
very
alone
as
she
went
back
into
the
restaurant
,
but
it
was
touching
to
look
in
upon
,
and
the
passionate
gratitude
of
Nicole
’
s
"
Oh
,
DO
I
!
"
echoed
in
her
mind
.
The
particular
mood
of
the
passage
she
had
witnessed
lay
ahead
of
her
;
but
however
far
she
was
from
it
her
stomach
told
her
it
was
all
right
—
she
had
none
of
the
aversion
she
had
felt
in
the
playing
of
certain
love
scenes
in
pictures
.
Being
far
away
from
it
she
nevertheless
irrevocably
participated
in
it
now
,
and
shopping
with
Nicole
she
was
much
more
conscious
of
the
assignation
than
Nicole
herself
.
She
looked
at
Nicole
in
a
new
way
,
estimating
her
attractions
.
Certainly
she
was
the
most
attractive
woman
Rosemary
had
ever
met
—
with
her
hardness
,
her
devotions
and
loyalties
,
and
a
certain
elusiveness
,
which
Rosemary
,
thinking
now
through
her
mother
’
s
middle
-
class
mind
,
associated
with
her
attitude
about
money
.
Rosemary
spent
money
she
had
earned
—
she
was
here
in
Europe
due
to
the
fact
that
she
had
gone
in
the
pool
six
times
that
January
day
with
her
temperature
roving
from
99
°
in
the
early
morning
to
103
°
,
when
her
mother
stopped
it
.
With
Nicole
’
s
help
Rosemary
bought
two
dresses
and
two
hats
and
four
pairs
of
shoes
with
her
money
.
Nicole
bought
from
a
great
list
that
ran
two
pages
,
and
bought
the
things
in
the
windows
besides
.
Everything
she
liked
that
she
couldn
’
t
possibly
use
herself
,
she
bought
as
a
present
for
a
friend
.
She
bought
colored
beads
,
folding
beach
cushions
,
artificial
flowers
,
honey
,
a
guest
bed
,
bags
,
scarfs
,
love
birds
,
miniatures
for
a
doll
’
s
house
and
three
yards
of
some
new
cloth
the
color
of
prawns
.
She
bought
a
dozen
bathing
suits
,
a
rubber
alligator
,
a
travelling
chess
set
of
gold
and
ivory
,
big
linen
handkerchiefs
for
Abe
,
two
chamois
leather
jackets
of
kingfisher
blue
and
burning
bush
from
Hermes
—
bought
all
these
things
not
a
bit
like
a
high
-
class
courtesan
buying
underwear
and
jewels
,
which
were
after
all
professional
equipment
and
insurance
—
but
with
an
entirely
different
point
of
view
.
Nicole
was
the
product
of
much
ingenuity
and
toil
.
For
her
sake
trains
began
their
run
at
Chicago
and
traversed
the
round
belly
of
the
continent
to
California
;
chicle
factories
fumed
and
link
belts
grew
link
by
link
in
factories
;
men
mixed
toothpaste
in
vats
and
drew
mouthwash
out
of
copper
hogsheads
;
girls
canned
tomatoes
quickly
in
August
or
worked
rudely
at
the
Five
-
and
-
Tens
on
Christmas
Eve
;
half
-
breed
Indians
toiled
on
Brazilian
coffee
plantations
and
dreamers
were
muscled
out
of
patent
rights
in
new
tractors
—
these
were
some
of
the
people
who
gave
a
tithe
to
Nicole
,
and
as
the
whole
system
swayed
and
thundered
onward
it
lent
a
feverish
bloom
to
such
processes
of
hers
as
wholesale
buying
,
like
the
flush
of
a
fireman
’
s
face
holding
his
post
before
a
spreading
blaze
.
She
illustrated
very
simple
principles
,
containing
in
herself
her
own
doom
,
but
illustrated
them
so
accurately
that
there
was
grace
in
the
procedure
,
and
presently
Rosemary
would
try
to
imitate
it
It
was
almost
four
.
Nicole
stood
in
a
shop
with
a
love
bird
on
her
shoulder
,
and
had
one
of
her
infrequent
outbursts
of
speech
.
"
Well
,
what
if
you
hadn
’
t
gone
in
that
pool
that
day
—
I
sometimes
wonder
about
such
things
.
Just
before
the
war
we
were
in
Berlin
—
I
was
thirteen
,
it
was
just
before
Mother
died
.
My
sister
was
going
to
a
court
ball
and
she
had
three
of
the
royal
princes
on
her
dance
card
,
all
arranged
by
a
chamberlain
and
everything
.
Half
an
hour
before
she
was
going
to
start
she
had
a
side
ache
and
a
high
fever
.
The
doctor
said
it
was
appendicitis
and
she
ought
to
be
operated
on
.
But
Mother
had
her
plans
made
,
so
Baby
went
to
the
ball
and
danced
till
two
with
an
ice
pack
strapped
on
under
her
evening
dress
.
She
was
operated
on
at
seven
o
’
clock
next
morning
.
"
