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However
,
everything
had
happened
—
Abe
’
s
departure
and
Mary
’
s
impending
departure
for
Salzburg
this
afternoon
had
ended
the
time
in
Paris
.
Or
perhaps
the
shots
,
the
concussions
that
had
finished
God
knew
what
dark
matter
,
had
terminated
it
.
The
shots
had
entered
into
all
their
lives
:
echoes
of
violence
followed
them
out
onto
the
pavement
where
two
porters
held
a
post
-
mortem
beside
them
as
they
waited
for
a
taxi
.
"
Tu
as
vu
le
revolver
?
Il
était
très
petit
,
vraie
perle
—
un
jouet
.
"
"
Mais
,
assez
puissant
!
"
said
the
other
porter
sagely
.
"
Tu
as
vu
sa
chemise
?
Assez
de
sang
pour
se
croire
à
la
guerre
.
"
In
the
square
,
as
they
came
out
,
a
suspended
mass
of
gasoline
exhaust
cooked
slowly
in
the
July
sun
.
It
was
a
terrible
thing
—
unlike
pure
heat
it
held
no
promise
of
rural
escape
but
suggested
only
roads
choked
with
the
same
foul
asthma
.
During
their
luncheon
,
outdoors
,
across
from
the
Luxembourg
Gardens
,
Rosemary
had
cramps
and
felt
fretful
and
full
of
impatient
lassitude
—
it
was
the
foretaste
of
this
that
had
inspired
her
self
-
accusation
of
selfishness
in
the
station
.
Dick
had
no
suspicion
of
the
sharpness
of
the
change
;
he
was
profoundly
unhappy
and
the
subsequent
increase
of
egotism
tended
momentarily
to
blind
him
to
what
was
going
on
round
about
him
,
and
deprive
him
of
the
long
ground
-
swell
of
imagination
that
he
counted
on
for
his
judgments
.
After
Mary
North
left
them
,
accompanied
by
the
Italian
singing
teacher
who
had
joined
them
for
coffee
and
was
taking
her
to
her
train
,
Rosemary
,
too
,
stood
up
,
bound
for
an
engagement
at
her
studio
:
"
meet
some
officials
.
"
"
And
oh
—
"
she
proposed
"
—
if
Collis
Clay
,
that
Southern
boy
—
if
he
comes
while
you
are
still
sitting
here
,
just
tell
him
I
couldn
’
t
wait
;
tell
him
to
call
me
to
-
morrow
.
"
Too
insouciant
,
in
reaction
from
the
late
disturbance
,
she
had
assumed
the
privileges
of
a
child
—
the
result
being
to
remind
the
Divers
of
their
exclusive
love
for
their
own
children
;
Rosemary
was
sharply
rebuked
in
a
short
passage
between
the
women
:
"
You
’
d
better
leave
the
message
with
a
waiter
,
"
Nicole
’
s
voice
was
stern
and
unmodulated
,
"
we
’
re
leaving
immediately
.
"
Rosemary
got
it
,
took
it
without
resentment
.
"
I
’
ll
let
it
go
then
.
Good
-
by
,
you
darlings
.
"
