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Dick
shook
him
off
quickly
and
firmly
.
It
had
become
apparent
that
Rosemary
either
had
escaped
on
one
of
his
early
circuits
of
the
block
or
else
had
left
before
he
came
into
the
neighborhood
;
he
went
into
the
bistro
on
the
corner
,
bought
a
lead
disk
and
,
squeezed
in
an
alcove
between
the
kitchen
and
the
foul
toilet
,
he
called
the
Roi
George
.
He
recognized
Cheyne
-
Stokes
tendencies
in
his
respiration
—
but
like
everything
the
symptom
served
only
to
turn
him
in
toward
his
emotion
.
He
gave
the
number
of
the
hotel
;
then
stood
holding
the
phone
and
staring
into
the
café
;
after
a
long
while
a
strange
little
voice
said
hello
.
"
This
is
Dick
—
I
had
to
call
you
.
"
A
pause
from
her
—
then
bravely
,
and
in
key
with
his
emotion
:
"
I
’
m
glad
you
did
.
"
"
I
came
to
meet
you
at
your
studio
—
I
’
m
out
in
Passy
across
the
way
from
it
.
I
thought
maybe
we
’
d
ride
around
through
the
Bois
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
only
stayed
there
a
minute
!
I
’
m
so
sorry
.
"
A
silence
.
"
Rosemary
.
"
"
Yes
,
Dick
.
"
"
Look
,
I
’
m
in
an
extraordinary
condition
about
you
.
When
a
child
can
disturb
a
middle
-
aged
gent
—
things
get
difficult
.
"
"
You
’
re
not
middle
-
aged
,
Dick
—
you
’
re
the
youngest
person
in
the
world
.
"
