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"
I
only
pretend
to
.
"
"
Mother
likes
to
help
everybody
—
of
course
she
can
’
t
help
as
many
people
as
you
do
.
"
She
sighed
.
"
Sometimes
I
think
I
’
m
the
most
selfish
person
in
the
world
.
"
For
the
first
time
the
mention
of
her
mother
annoyed
rather
than
amused
Dick
.
He
wanted
to
sweep
away
her
mother
,
remove
the
whole
affair
from
the
nursery
footing
upon
which
Rosemary
persistently
established
it
.
But
he
realized
that
this
impulse
was
a
loss
of
control
—
what
would
become
of
Rosemary
’
s
urge
toward
him
if
,
for
even
a
moment
,
he
relaxed
.
He
saw
,
not
without
panic
,
that
the
affair
was
sliding
to
rest
;
it
could
not
stand
still
,
it
must
go
on
or
go
back
;
for
the
first
time
it
occurred
to
him
that
Rosemary
had
her
hand
on
the
lever
more
authoritatively
than
he
.
Before
he
had
thought
out
a
course
of
procedure
,
Nicole
returned
.
"
I
found
Laura
.
It
was
the
first
news
she
had
and
her
voice
kept
fading
away
and
then
getting
loud
again
—
as
if
she
was
fainting
and
then
pulling
herself
together
.
She
said
she
knew
something
was
going
to
happen
this
morning
.
"
"
Maria
ought
to
be
with
Diaghileff
,
"
said
Dick
in
a
gentle
tone
,
in
order
to
bring
them
back
to
quietude
.
"
She
has
a
nice
sense
of
decor
—
not
to
say
rhythm
.
Will
any
of
us
ever
see
a
train
pulling
out
without
hearing
a
few
shots
?
"
They
bumped
down
the
wide
steel
steps
.
"
I
’
m
sorry
for
the
poor
man
,
"
Nicole
said
.
"
Course
that
’
s
why
she
talked
so
strange
to
me
—
she
was
getting
ready
to
open
fire
.
"
She
laughed
,
Rosemary
laughed
too
,
but
they
were
both
horrified
,
and
both
of
them
deeply
wanted
Dick
to
make
a
moral
comment
on
the
matter
and
not
leave
it
to
them
.
This
wish
was
not
entirely
conscious
,
especially
on
the
part
of
Rosemary
,
who
was
accustomed
to
having
shell
fragments
of
such
events
shriek
past
her
head
.
But
a
totality
of
shock
had
piled
up
in
her
too
.
For
the
moment
,
Dick
was
too
shaken
by
the
impetus
of
his
newly
recognized
emotion
to
resolve
things
into
the
pattern
of
the
holiday
,
so
the
women
,
missing
something
,
lapsed
into
a
vague
unhappiness
Then
,
as
if
nothing
had
happened
,
the
lives
of
the
Divers
and
their
friends
flowed
out
into
the
street
.
