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"
We
lived
there
,
"
Rosemary
suddenly
pointed
to
a
building
in
the
Rue
des
Saints
-
Péres
.
"
That
’
s
strange
.
Because
when
I
was
twelve
Mother
and
Baby
and
I
once
spent
a
winter
there
,
"
and
she
pointed
to
a
hotel
directly
across
the
street
.
The
two
dingy
fronts
stared
at
them
,
gray
echoes
of
girlhood
.
"
We
’
d
just
built
our
Lake
Forest
house
and
we
were
economizing
,
"
Nicole
continued
.
"
At
least
Baby
and
I
and
the
governess
economized
and
Mother
travelled
.
"
"
We
were
economizing
too
,
"
said
Rosemary
,
realizing
that
the
word
meant
different
things
to
them
.
"
Mother
always
spoke
of
it
very
carefully
as
a
small
hotel
—
"
Nicole
gave
her
quick
magnetic
little
laugh
,
"
—
I
mean
instead
of
saying
a
‘
cheap
’
hotel
.
If
any
swanky
friends
asked
us
our
address
we
’
d
never
say
,
‘
We
’
re
in
a
dingy
little
hole
over
in
the
apache
quarter
where
we
’
re
glad
of
running
water
,
’
—
we
’
d
say
‘
We
’
re
in
a
small
hotel
.
’
As
if
all
the
big
ones
were
too
noisy
and
vulgar
for
us
.
Of
course
the
friends
always
saw
through
us
and
told
everyone
about
it
,
but
Mother
always
said
it
showed
we
knew
our
way
around
Europe
.
She
did
,
of
course
:
she
was
born
a
German
citizen
.
But
her
mother
was
American
,
and
she
was
brought
up
in
Chicago
,
and
she
was
more
American
than
European
.
"
They
were
meeting
the
others
in
two
minutes
,
and
Rosemary
reconstructed
herself
once
more
as
they
got
out
of
the
taxi
in
the
Rue
Guynemer
,
across
from
the
Luxembourg
Gardens
.
They
were
lunching
in
the
Norths
’
already
dismantled
apartment
high
above
the
green
mass
of
leaves
.
The
day
seemed
different
to
Rosemary
from
the
day
before
—
When
she
saw
him
face
to
face
their
eyes
met
and
brushed
like
birds
’
wings
.
After
that
everything
was
all
right
,
everything
was
wonderful
,
she
knew
that
he
was
beginning
to
fall
in
love
with
her
.
She
felt
wildly
happy
,
felt
the
warm
sap
of
emotion
being
pumped
through
her
body
.
A
cool
,
clear
confidence
deepened
and
sang
in
her
.
She
scarcely
looked
at
Dick
but
she
knew
everything
was
all
right
.
After
luncheon
the
Divers
and
the
Norths
and
Rosemary
went
to
the
Franco
-
American
Films
,
to
be
joined
by
Collis
Clay
,
her
young
man
from
New
Haven
,
to
whom
she
had
telephoned
.
He
was
a
Georgian
,
with
the
peculiarly
regular
,
even
stencilled
ideas
of
Southerners
who
are
educated
in
the
North
.
Last
winter
she
had
thought
him
attractive
—
once
they
held
hands
in
an
automobile
going
from
New
Haven
to
New
York
;
now
he
no
longer
existed
for
her
.
In
the
projection
room
she
sat
between
Collis
Clay
and
Dick
while
the
mechanic
mounted
the
reels
of
Daddy
’
s
Girl
and
a
French
executive
fluttered
about
her
trying
to
talk
American
slang
.
"
Yes
,
boy
,
"
he
said
when
there
was
trouble
with
the
projector
,
"
I
have
not
any
benenas
.
"
Then
the
lights
went
out
,
there
was
the
sudden
click
and
a
flickering
noise
and
she
was
alone
with
Dick
at
last
.
They
looked
at
each
other
in
the
half
darkness
.
"
Dear
Rosemary
,
"
he
murmured
.
Their
shoulders
touched
.
Nicole
stirred
restlessly
at
the
end
of
the
row
and
Abe
coughed
convulsively
and
blew
his
nose
;
then
they
all
settled
down
and
the
picture
ran
.
