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"
Rosemary
?
"
Silence
while
he
stared
at
a
shelf
that
held
the
humbler
poisons
of
France
—
bottles
of
Otard
,
Rhum
St
.
James
,
Marie
Brizzard
,
Punch
Orangeade
,
André
Fernet
Blanco
,
Cherry
Rochet
,
and
Armagnac
.
"
Are
you
alone
?
"
—
Do
you
mind
if
I
pull
down
the
curtain
?
"
Who
do
you
think
I
’
d
be
with
?
"
"
That
’
s
the
state
I
’
m
in
.
I
’
d
like
to
be
with
you
now
.
"
Silence
,
then
a
sigh
and
an
answer
.
"
I
wish
you
were
with
me
now
.
"
There
was
the
hotel
room
where
she
lay
behind
a
telephone
number
,
and
little
gusts
of
music
wailed
around
her
—
"
And
two
—
for
tea
.
And
me
for
you
,
