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"
Nothing
of
importance
.
"
"
Are
you
a
scientist
?
"
"
I
’
m
a
doctor
of
medicine
.
"
"
Oh
-
h
!
"
she
smiled
delightedly
.
"
My
father
was
a
doctor
too
.
Then
why
don
’
t
you
—
"
she
stopped
.
"
There
’
s
no
mystery
.
I
didn
’
t
disgrace
myself
at
the
height
of
my
career
,
and
hide
away
on
the
Riviera
.
I
’
m
just
not
practising
.
You
can
’
t
tell
,
I
’
ll
probably
practise
again
some
day
.
"
Rosemary
put
up
her
face
quietly
to
be
kissed
.
He
looked
at
her
for
a
moment
as
if
he
didn
’
t
understand
.
Then
holding
her
in
the
hollow
of
his
arm
he
rubbed
his
cheek
against
her
cheek
’
s
softness
,
and
then
looked
down
at
her
for
another
long
moment
.
"
Such
a
lovely
child
,
"
he
said
gravely
.
She
smiled
up
at
him
;
her
hands
playing
conventionally
with
the
lapels
of
his
coat
.
"
I
’
m
in
love
with
you
and
Nicole
.
Actually
that
’
s
my
secret
—
I
can
’
t
even
talk
about
you
to
anybody
because
I
don
’
t
want
any
more
people
to
know
how
wonderful
you
are
.
Honestly
—
I
love
you
and
Nicole
—
I
do
.
"
—
So
many
times
he
had
heard
this
—
even
the
formula
was
the
same
.
Suddenly
she
came
toward
him
,
her
youth
vanishing
as
she
passed
inside
the
focus
of
his
eyes
and
he
had
kissed
her
breathlessly
as
if
she
were
any
age
at
all
.
Then
she
lay
back
against
his
arm
and
sighed
.
