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"
Well
,
I
’
ve
got
to
stay
.
He
says
he
’
ll
go
to
bed
if
we
only
come
to
the
Halles
with
him
,
"
she
said
,
almost
defiantly
.
He
kissed
the
inside
of
her
elbow
quickly
.
"
Don
’
t
let
Rosemary
go
home
alone
,
"
Nicole
called
to
Mary
as
they
left
.
"
We
feel
responsible
to
her
mother
.
"
—
Later
Rosemary
and
the
Norths
and
a
manufacturer
of
dolls
’
voices
from
Newark
and
ubiquitous
Collis
and
a
big
splendidly
dressed
oil
Indian
named
George
T
.
Horseprotection
were
riding
along
on
top
of
thousands
of
carrots
in
a
market
wagon
.
The
earth
in
the
carrot
beards
was
fragrant
and
sweet
in
the
darkness
,
and
Rosemary
was
so
high
up
in
the
load
that
she
could
hardly
see
the
others
in
the
long
shadow
between
infrequent
street
lamps
.
Their
voices
came
from
far
off
,
as
if
they
were
having
experiences
different
from
hers
,
different
and
far
away
,
for
she
was
with
Dick
in
her
heart
,
sorry
she
had
come
with
the
Norths
,
wishing
she
was
at
the
hotel
and
him
asleep
across
the
hall
,
or
that
he
was
here
beside
her
with
the
warm
darkness
streaming
down
.
"
Don
’
t
come
up
,
"
she
called
to
Collis
,
"
the
carrots
will
all
roll
.
"
She
threw
one
at
Abe
who
was
sitting
beside
the
driver
,
stiffly
like
an
old
man
.
.
.
Later
she
was
homeward
bound
at
last
in
broad
daylight
,
with
the
pigeons
already
breaking
over
Saint
-
Sulpice
.
All
of
them
began
to
laugh
spontaneously
because
they
knew
it
was
still
last
night
while
the
people
in
the
streets
had
the
delusion
that
it
was
bright
hot
morning
.
"
At
last
I
’
ve
been
on
a
wild
party
,
"
thought
Rosemary
,
"
but
it
’
s
no
fun
when
Dick
isn
’
t
there
.
"
She
felt
a
little
betrayed
and
sad
,
but
presently
a
moving
object
came
into
sight
.
It
was
a
huge
horse
-
chestnut
tree
in
full
bloom
bound
for
the
Champs
Élysées
,
strapped
now
into
a
long
truck
and
simply
shaking
with
laughter
—
like
a
lovely
person
in
an
undignified
position
yet
confident
none
the
less
of
being
lovely
.
Looking
at
it
with
fascination
Rosemary
identified
herself
with
it
,
and
laughed
cheerfully
with
it
,
and
everything
all
at
once
seemed
gorgeous
.
Abe
left
from
the
Gare
Saint
Lazare
at
eleven
—
he
stood
alone
under
the
fouled
glass
dome
,
relic
of
the
seventies
,
era
of
the
Crystal
Palace
;
his
hands
,
of
that
vague
gray
color
that
only
twenty
-
four
hours
can
produce
,
were
in
his
coat
pockets
to
conceal
the
trembling
fingers
.
With
his
hat
removed
it
was
plain
that
only
the
top
layer
of
his
hair
was
brushed
back
—
the
lower
levels
were
pointed
resolutely
sidewise
.
He
was
scarcely
recognizable
as
the
man
who
had
swum
upon
Gausse
’
s
Beach
a
fortnight
ago
.
He
was
early
;
he
looked
from
left
to
right
with
his
eyes
only
;
it
would
have
taken
nervous
forces
out
of
his
control
to
use
any
other
part
of
his
body
.
New
-
looking
baggage
went
past
him
;
presently
prospective
passengers
,
with
dark
little
bodies
,
were
calling
:
"
Jew
-
uls
-
HOO
-
OO
!
"
in
dark
piercing
voices
.
