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"
We
wondered
,
"
Dick
Diver
said
,
"
if
you
wouldn
’
t
come
over
this
morning
.
We
go
in
,
we
take
food
and
drink
,
so
it
’
s
a
substantial
invitation
.
"
He
seemed
kind
and
charming
—
his
voice
promised
that
he
would
take
care
of
her
,
and
that
a
little
later
he
would
open
up
whole
new
worlds
for
her
,
unroll
an
endless
succession
of
magnificent
possibilities
.
He
managed
the
introduction
so
that
her
name
wasn
’
t
mentioned
and
then
let
her
know
easily
that
everyone
knew
who
she
was
but
were
respecting
the
completeness
of
her
private
life
—
a
courtesy
that
Rosemary
had
not
met
with
save
from
professional
people
since
her
success
.
Nicole
Diver
,
her
brown
back
hanging
from
her
pearls
,
was
looking
through
a
recipe
book
for
chicken
Maryland
.
She
was
about
twenty
-
four
,
Rosemary
guessed
—
her
face
could
have
been
described
in
terms
of
conventional
prettiness
,
but
the
effect
was
that
it
had
been
made
first
on
the
heroic
scale
with
strong
structure
and
marking
,
as
if
the
features
and
vividness
of
brow
and
coloring
,
everything
we
associate
with
temperament
and
character
had
been
molded
with
a
Rodinesque
intention
,
and
then
chiseled
away
in
the
direction
of
prettiness
to
a
point
where
a
single
slip
would
have
irreparably
diminished
its
force
and
quality
.
With
the
mouth
the
sculptor
had
taken
desperate
chances
—
it
was
the
cupid
’
s
bow
of
a
magazine
cover
,
yet
it
shared
the
distinction
of
the
rest
.
"
Are
you
here
for
a
long
time
?
"
Nicole
asked
.
Her
voice
was
low
,
almost
harsh
.
Suddenly
Rosemary
let
the
possibility
enter
her
mind
that
they
might
stay
another
week
.
"
Not
very
long
,
"
she
answered
vaguely
.
"
We
’
ve
been
abroad
a
long
time
—
we
landed
in
Sicily
in
March
and
we
’
ve
been
slowly
working
our
way
north
.
I
got
pneumonia
making
a
picture
last
January
and
I
’
ve
been
recuperating
.
"
"
Mercy
!
How
did
that
happen
?
"
"
Well
,
it
was
from
swimming
,
"
Rosemary
was
rather
reluctant
at
embarking
upon
personal
revelations
.
"
One
day
I
happened
to
have
the
grippe
and
didn
’
t
know
it
,
and
they
were
taking
a
scene
where
I
dove
into
a
canal
in
Venice
.
It
was
a
very
expensive
set
,
so
I
had
to
dive
and
dive
and
dive
all
morning
.
Mother
had
a
doctor
right
there
,
but
it
was
no
use
—
I
got
pneumonia
.
"
She
changed
the
subject
determinedly
before
they
could
speak
.
"
Do
you
like
it
here
—
this
place
?
"
"
They
have
to
like
it
,
"
said
Abe
North
slowly
.
"
They
invented
it
.
"
He
turned
his
noble
head
slowly
so
that
his
eyes
rested
with
tenderness
and
affection
on
the
two
Divers
.
