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"
Oh
,
for
God
’
s
sake
,
Violet
,
don
’
t
go
telling
everybody
the
idea
,
"
protested
McKisco
.
"
I
don
’
t
want
it
to
get
all
around
before
the
book
’
s
published
.
"
Rosemary
swam
back
to
the
shore
,
where
she
threw
her
peignoir
over
her
already
sore
shoulders
and
lay
down
again
in
the
sun
.
The
man
with
the
jockey
cap
was
now
going
from
umbrella
to
umbrella
carrying
a
bottle
and
little
glasses
in
his
hands
;
presently
he
and
his
friends
grew
livelier
and
closer
together
and
now
they
were
all
under
a
single
assemblage
of
umbrellas
—
she
gathered
that
some
one
was
leaving
and
that
this
was
a
last
drink
on
the
beach
.
Even
the
children
knew
that
excitement
was
generating
under
that
umbrella
and
turned
toward
it
—
and
it
seemed
to
Rosemary
that
it
all
came
from
the
man
in
the
jockey
cap
.
Noon
dominated
sea
and
sky
—
even
the
white
line
of
Cannes
,
five
miles
off
,
had
faded
to
a
mirage
of
what
was
fresh
and
cool
;
a
robin
-
breasted
sailing
boat
pulled
in
behind
it
a
strand
from
the
outer
,
darker
sea
.
It
seemed
that
there
was
no
life
anywhere
in
all
this
expanse
of
coast
except
under
the
filtered
sunlight
of
those
umbrellas
,
where
something
went
on
amid
the
color
and
the
murmur
.
Campion
walked
near
her
,
stood
a
few
feet
away
and
Rosemary
closed
her
eyes
,
pretending
to
be
asleep
;
then
she
half
-
opened
them
and
watched
two
dim
,
blurred
pillars
that
were
legs
.
The
man
tried
to
edge
his
way
into
a
sand
-
colored
cloud
,
but
the
cloud
floated
off
into
the
vast
hot
sky
.
Rosemary
fell
really
asleep
.
She
awoke
drenched
with
sweat
to
find
the
beach
deserted
save
for
the
man
in
the
jockey
cap
,
who
was
folding
a
last
umbrella
.
As
Rosemary
lay
blinking
,
he
walked
nearer
and
said
:
"
I
was
going
to
wake
you
before
I
left
.
It
’
s
not
good
to
get
too
burned
right
away
.
"
"
Thank
you
.
"
Rosemary
looked
down
at
her
crimson
legs
.
"
Heavens
!
"
She
laughed
cheerfully
,
inviting
him
to
talk
,
but
Dick
Diver
was
already
carrying
a
tent
and
a
beach
umbrella
up
to
a
waiting
car
,
so
she
went
into
the
water
to
wash
off
the
sweat
.
He
came
back
and
gathering
up
a
rake
,
a
shovel
,
and
a
sieve
,
stowed
them
in
a
crevice
of
a
rock
.
He
glanced
up
and
down
the
beach
to
see
if
he
had
left
anything
.
"
Do
you
know
what
time
it
is
?
"
Rosemary
asked
.
