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There
she
was
—
the
school
girl
of
a
year
ago
,
hair
down
her
back
and
rippling
out
stiffly
like
the
solid
hair
of
a
tanagra
figure
;
there
she
was
—
SO
young
and
innocent
—
the
product
of
her
mother
’
s
loving
care
;
there
she
was
—
embodying
all
the
immaturity
of
the
race
,
cutting
a
new
cardboard
paper
doll
to
pass
before
its
empty
harlot
’
s
mind
.
She
remembered
how
she
had
felt
in
that
dress
,
especially
fresh
and
new
under
the
fresh
young
silk
.
Daddy
’
s
girl
.
Was
it
a
‘
itty
-
bitty
bravekins
and
did
it
suffer
?
Ooo
-
ooo
-
tweet
,
de
tweetest
thing
,
wasn
’
t
she
dest
too
tweet
?
Before
her
tiny
fist
the
forces
of
lust
and
corruption
rolled
away
;
nay
,
the
very
march
of
destiny
stopped
;
inevitable
became
evitable
,
syllogism
,
dialectic
,
all
rationality
fell
away
.
Women
would
forget
the
dirty
dishes
at
home
and
weep
,
even
within
the
picture
one
woman
wept
so
long
that
she
almost
stole
the
film
away
from
Rosemary
.
She
wept
all
over
a
set
that
cost
a
fortune
,
in
a
Duncan
Phyfe
dining
-
room
,
in
an
aviation
port
,
and
during
a
yacht
-
race
that
was
only
used
in
two
flashes
,
in
a
subway
and
finally
in
a
bathroom
.
But
Rosemary
triumphed
.
Her
fineness
of
character
,
her
courage
and
steadfastness
intruded
upon
by
the
vulgarity
of
the
world
,
and
Rosemary
showing
what
it
took
with
a
face
that
had
not
yet
become
mask
-
like
—
yet
it
was
actually
so
moving
that
the
emotions
of
the
whole
row
of
people
went
out
to
her
at
intervals
during
the
picture
.
There
was
a
break
once
and
the
light
went
on
and
after
the
chatter
of
applause
Dick
said
to
her
sincerely
:
"
I
’
m
simply
astounded
.
You
’
re
going
to
be
one
of
the
best
actresses
on
the
stage
.
"
Then
back
to
Daddy
’
s
Girl
:
happier
days
now
,
and
a
lovely
shot
of
Rosemary
and
her
parent
united
at
the
last
in
a
father
complex
so
apparent
that
Dick
winced
for
all
psychologists
at
the
vicious
sentimentality
.
The
screen
vanished
,
the
lights
went
on
,
the
moment
had
come
.
"
I
’
ve
arranged
one
other
thing
,
"
announced
Rosemary
to
the
company
at
large
,
"
I
’
ve
arranged
a
test
for
Dick
.
"
"
A
what
?
"
"
A
screen
test
,
they
’
ll
take
one
now
.
"
There
was
an
awful
silence
—
then
an
irrepressible
chortle
from
the
Norths
.
Rosemary
watched
Dick
comprehend
what
she
meant
,
his
face
moving
first
in
an
Irish
way
;
simultaneously
she
realized
that
she
had
made
some
mistake
in
the
playing
of
her
trump
and
still
she
did
not
suspect
that
the
card
was
at
fault
.
"
I
don
’
t
want
a
test
,
"
said
Dick
firmly
;
then
,
seeing
the
situation
as
a
whole
,
he
continued
lightly
,
"
Rosemary
,
I
’
m
disappointed
.
The
pictures
make
a
fine
career
for
a
woman
—
but
my
God
,
they
can
’
t
photograph
me
.
I
’
m
an
old
scientist
all
wrapped
up
in
his
private
life
.
"
Nicole
and
Mary
urged
him
ironically
to
seize
the
opportunity
;
they
teased
him
,
both
faintly
annoyed
at
not
having
been
asked
for
a
sitting
.
But
Dick
closed
the
subject
with
a
somewhat
tart
discussion
of
actors
:
"
The
strongest
guard
is
placed
at
the
gateway
to
nothing
,
"
he
said
.
"
Maybe
because
the
condition
of
emptiness
is
too
shameful
to
be
divulged
.
"
