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Her
voice
faded
off
suddenly
.
The
woman
of
the
pearls
had
joined
her
two
children
in
the
water
,
and
now
Abe
North
came
up
under
one
of
them
like
a
volcanic
island
,
raising
him
on
his
shoulders
.
The
child
yelled
with
fear
and
delight
and
the
woman
watched
with
a
lovely
peace
,
without
a
smile
.
"
Is
that
his
wife
?
"
Rosemary
asked
.
"
No
,
that
’
s
Mrs
.
Diver
.
They
’
re
not
at
the
hotel
.
"
Her
eyes
,
photographic
,
did
not
move
from
the
woman
’
s
face
.
After
a
moment
she
turned
vehemently
to
Rosemary
.
"
Have
you
been
abroad
before
?
"
"
Yes
—
I
went
to
school
in
Paris
.
"
"
Oh
!
Well
then
you
probably
know
that
if
you
want
to
enjoy
yourself
here
the
thing
is
to
get
to
know
some
real
French
families
.
What
do
these
people
get
out
of
it
?
"
She
pointed
her
left
shoulder
toward
shore
.
"
They
just
stick
around
with
each
other
in
little
cliques
.
Of
course
,
we
had
letters
of
introduction
and
met
all
the
best
French
artists
and
writers
in
Paris
.
That
made
it
very
nice
.
"
"
I
should
think
so
.
"
"
My
husband
is
finishing
his
first
novel
,
you
see
.
"
Rosemary
said
:
"
Oh
,
he
is
?
"
She
was
not
thinking
anything
special
,
except
wondering
whether
her
mother
had
got
to
sleep
in
this
heat
.
"
It
’
s
on
the
idea
of
Ulysses
,
"
continued
Mrs
.
McKisco
.
"
Only
instead
of
taking
twenty
-
four
hours
my
husband
takes
a
hundred
years
.
He
takes
a
decayed
old
French
aristocrat
and
puts
him
in
contrast
with
the
mechanical
age
—
"
