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"
Oh
,
don
’
t
tease
me
—
I
’
m
not
a
baby
.
I
know
you
’
re
not
in
love
with
me
.
"
She
was
suddenly
humble
and
quiet
.
"
I
didn
’
t
expect
that
much
.
I
know
I
must
seem
just
nothing
to
you
.
"
"
Nonsense
.
But
you
seem
young
to
me
.
"
His
thoughts
added
,
"
—
there
’
d
be
so
much
to
teach
you
.
"
Rosemary
waited
,
breathing
eagerly
till
Dick
said
:
"
And
lastly
things
aren
’
t
arranged
so
that
this
could
be
as
you
want
.
"
Her
face
drooped
with
dismay
and
disappointment
and
Dick
said
automatically
,
"
We
’
ll
have
to
simply
—
"
He
stopped
himself
,
followed
her
to
the
bed
,
sat
down
beside
her
while
she
wept
He
was
suddenly
confused
,
not
about
the
ethics
of
the
matter
,
for
the
impossibility
of
it
was
sheerly
indicated
from
all
angles
but
simply
confused
,
and
for
a
moment
his
usual
grace
,
the
tensile
strength
of
his
balance
,
was
absent
.
"
I
knew
you
wouldn
’
t
,
"
she
sobbed
.
"
It
was
just
a
forlorn
hope
.
"
He
stood
up
.
"
Good
night
,
child
.
This
is
a
damn
shame
.
Let
’
s
drop
it
out
of
the
picture
.
"
He
gave
her
two
lines
of
hospital
patter
to
go
to
sleep
on
.
"
So
many
people
are
going
to
love
you
and
it
might
be
nice
to
meet
your
first
love
all
intact
,
emotionally
too
.
That
’
s
an
old
-
fashioned
idea
,
isn
’
t
it
?
"
She
looked
up
at
him
as
he
took
a
step
toward
the
door
;
she
looked
at
him
without
the
slightest
idea
as
to
what
was
in
his
head
,
she
saw
him
take
another
step
in
slow
motion
,
turn
and
look
at
her
again
,
and
she
wanted
for
a
moment
to
hold
him
and
devour
him
,
wanted
his
mouth
,
his
ears
,
his
coat
collar
,
wanted
to
surround
him
and
engulf
him
;
she
saw
his
hand
fall
on
the
doorknob
.
Then
she
gave
up
and
sank
back
on
the
bed
.
When
the
door
closed
she
got
up
and
went
to
the
mirror
,
where
she
began
brushing
her
hair
,
sniffling
a
little
.
One
hundred
and
fifty
strokes
Rosemary
gave
it
,
as
usual
,
then
a
hundred
and
fifty
more
.
She
brushed
it
until
her
arm
ached
,
then
she
changed
arms
and
went
on
brushing
.
.
.
.
She
woke
up
cooled
and
shamed
.
The
sight
of
her
beauty
in
the
mirror
did
not
reassure
her
but
only
awakened
the
ache
of
yesterday
and
a
letter
,
forwarded
by
her
mother
,
from
the
boy
who
had
taken
her
to
the
Yale
prom
last
fall
,
which
announced
his
presence
in
Paris
was
no
help
—
all
that
seemed
far
away
.
She
emerged
from
her
room
for
the
ordeal
of
meeting
the
Divers
weighted
with
a
double
trouble
.
But
it
was
hidden
by
a
sheath
as
impermeable
as
Nicole
’
s
when
they
met
and
went
together
to
a
series
of
fittings
.
It
was
consoling
,
though
,
when
Nicole
remarked
,
apropos
of
a
distraught
saleswoman
:
"
Most
people
think
everybody
feels
about
them
much
more
violently
than
they
actually
do
—
they
think
other
people
’
s
opinions
of
them
swing
through
great
arcs
of
approval
or
disapproval
.
"
Yesterday
in
her
expansiveness
Rosemary
would
have
resented
that
remark
—
to
-
day
in
her
desire
to
minimize
what
had
happened
she
welcomed
it
eagerly
.
She
admired
Nicole
for
her
beauty
and
her
wisdom
,
and
also
for
the
first
time
in
her
life
she
was
jealous
.
Just
before
leaving
Gausse
’
s
hotel
her
mother
had
said
in
that
casual
tone
,
which
Rosemary
knew
concealed
her
most
significant
opinions
,
that
Nicole
was
a
great
beauty
,
with
the
frank
implication
that
Rosemary
was
not
.
This
did
not
bother
Rosemary
,
who
had
only
recently
been
allowed
to
learn
that
she
was
even
personable
;
so
that
her
prettiness
never
seemed
exactly
her
own
but
rather
an
acquirement
,
like
her
French
.
Nevertheless
,
in
the
taxi
she
looked
at
Nicole
,
matching
herself
against
her
.
There
were
all
the
potentialities
for
romantic
love
in
that
lovely
body
and
in
the
delicate
mouth
,
sometimes
tight
,
sometimes
expectantly
half
open
to
the
world
.
Nicole
had
been
a
beauty
as
a
young
girl
and
she
would
be
a
beauty
later
when
her
skin
stretched
tight
over
her
high
cheekbones
—
the
essential
structure
was
there
.
She
had
been
white
-
Saxon
-
blonde
but
she
was
more
beautiful
now
that
her
hair
had
darkened
than
when
it
had
been
like
a
cloud
and
more
beautiful
than
she
.
