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She
left
the
wreath
on
the
first
grave
inside
the
gate
,
and
accepted
Dick
’
s
suggestion
that
she
dismiss
her
taxi
-
cab
and
ride
back
to
Amiens
with
them
.
Rosemary
shed
tears
again
when
she
heard
of
the
mishap
—
altogether
it
had
been
a
watery
day
,
but
she
felt
that
she
had
learned
something
,
though
exactly
what
it
was
she
did
not
know
.
Later
she
remembered
all
the
hours
of
the
afternoon
as
happy
—
one
of
those
uneventful
times
that
seem
at
the
moment
only
a
link
between
past
and
future
pleasure
but
turn
out
to
have
been
the
pleasure
itself
.
Amiens
was
an
echoing
purple
town
,
still
sad
with
the
war
,
as
some
railroad
stations
were
:
—
the
Gare
du
Nord
and
Waterloo
station
in
London
In
the
daytime
one
is
deflated
by
such
towns
,
with
their
little
trolley
cars
of
twenty
years
ago
crossing
the
great
gray
cobble
-
stoned
squares
in
front
of
the
cathedral
,
and
the
very
weather
seems
to
have
a
quality
of
the
past
,
faded
weather
like
that
of
old
photographs
.
But
after
dark
all
that
is
most
satisfactory
in
French
life
swims
back
into
the
picture
—
the
sprightly
tarts
,
the
men
arguing
with
a
hundred
Voilàs
in
the
cafés
,
the
couples
drifting
,
head
to
head
,
toward
the
satisfactory
inexpensiveness
of
nowhere
.
Waiting
for
the
train
they
sat
in
a
big
arcade
,
tall
enough
to
release
the
smoke
and
chatter
and
music
upward
and
obligingly
the
orchestra
launched
into
"
Yes
,
We
Have
No
Bananas
,
"
—
they
clapped
,
because
the
leader
looked
so
pleased
with
himself
.
The
Tennessee
girl
forgot
her
sorrow
and
enjoyed
herself
,
even
began
flirtations
of
tropical
eye
-
rollings
and
pawings
,
with
Dick
and
Abe
.
They
teased
her
gently
.
Then
,
leaving
infinitesimal
sections
of
Wurtemburgers
,
Prussian
Guards
,
Chasseurs
Alpins
,
Manchester
mill
hands
and
old
Etonians
to
pursue
their
eternal
dissolution
under
the
warm
rain
,
they
took
the
train
for
Paris
.
They
ate
sandwiches
of
mortadel
sausage
and
bel
paese
cheese
made
up
in
the
station
restaurant
,
and
drank
Beaujolais
.
Nicole
was
abstracted
,
biting
her
lip
restlessly
and
reading
over
the
guide
-
books
to
the
battle
-
field
that
Dick
had
brought
along
—
indeed
,
he
had
made
a
quick
study
of
the
whole
affair
,
simplifying
it
always
until
it
bore
a
faint
resemblance
to
one
of
his
own
parties
.
When
they
reached
Paris
Nicole
was
too
tired
to
go
on
to
the
grand
illumination
at
the
Decorative
Art
Exposition
as
they
had
planned
.
They
left
her
at
the
Hotel
Roi
George
,
and
as
she
disappeared
between
the
intersecting
planes
made
by
lobby
lights
of
the
glass
doors
,
Rosemary
’
s
oppression
lifted
.
Nicole
was
a
force
—
not
necessarily
well
disposed
or
predictable
like
her
mother
—
an
incalculable
force
.
Rosemary
was
somewhat
afraid
of
her
.
At
eleven
she
sat
with
Dick
and
the
Norths
at
a
houseboat
café
just
opened
on
the
Seine
.
The
river
shimmered
with
lights
from
the
bridges
and
cradled
many
cold
moons
.
On
Sundays
sometimes
when
Rosemary
and
her
mother
had
lived
in
Paris
they
had
taken
the
little
steamer
up
to
Suresnes
and
talked
about
plans
for
the
future
.
They
had
little
money
but
Mrs
.
Speers
was
so
sure
of
Rosemary
’
s
beauty
and
had
implanted
in
her
so
much
ambition
,
that
she
was
willing
to
gamble
the
money
on
"
advantages
"
;
Rosemary
in
turn
was
to
repay
her
mother
when
she
got
her
start
.
.
.
.
Since
reaching
Paris
Abe
North
had
had
a
thin
vinous
fur
over
him
;
his
eyes
were
bloodshot
from
sun
and
wine
.
Rosemary
realized
for
the
first
time
that
he
was
always
stopping
in
places
to
get
a
drink
,
and
she
wondered
how
Mary
North
liked
it
.
Mary
was
quiet
,
so
quiet
save
for
her
frequent
laughter
that
Rosemary
had
learned
little
about
her
.
She
liked
the
straight
dark
hair
brushed
back
until
it
met
some
sort
of
natural
cascade
that
took
care
of
it
—
from
time
to
time
it
eased
with
a
jaunty
slant
over
the
corner
of
her
temple
,
until
it
was
almost
in
her
eye
when
she
tossed
her
head
and
caused
it
to
fall
sleek
into
place
once
more
.
"
We
’
ll
turn
in
early
to
-
night
,
Abe
,
after
this
drink
.
"
Mary
’
s
voice
was
light
but
it
held
a
little
flicker
of
anxiety
.
"
You
don
’
t
want
to
be
poured
on
the
boat
.
"
