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"
How
could
any
one
help
it
?
"
she
said
simply
.
She
felt
far
from
him
.
The
undertone
of
his
words
repelled
her
and
she
withdrew
her
adoration
for
the
Divers
from
the
profanity
of
his
bitterness
.
She
was
glad
he
was
not
next
to
her
at
dinner
and
she
was
still
thinking
of
his
words
"
especially
her
"
as
they
moved
toward
the
table
in
the
garden
.
For
a
moment
now
she
was
beside
Dick
Diver
on
the
path
.
Alongside
his
hard
,
neat
brightness
everything
faded
into
the
surety
that
he
knew
everything
.
For
a
year
,
which
was
forever
,
she
had
had
money
and
a
certain
celebrity
and
contact
with
the
celebrated
,
and
these
latter
had
presented
themselves
merely
as
powerful
enlargements
of
the
people
with
whom
the
doctor
’
s
widow
and
her
daughter
had
associated
in
a
hôtel
-
pension
in
Paris
.
Rosemary
was
a
romantic
and
her
career
had
not
provided
many
satisfactory
opportunities
on
that
score
.
Her
mother
,
with
the
idea
of
a
career
for
Rosemary
,
would
not
tolerate
any
such
spurious
substitutes
as
the
excitations
available
on
all
sides
,
and
indeed
Rosemary
was
already
beyond
that
—
she
was
In
the
movies
but
not
at
all
At
them
.
So
when
she
had
seen
approval
of
Dick
Diver
in
her
mother
’
s
face
it
meant
that
he
was
"
the
real
thing
"
;
it
meant
permission
to
go
as
far
as
she
could
.
"
I
was
watching
you
,
"
he
said
,
and
she
knew
he
meant
it
.
"
We
’
ve
grown
very
fond
of
you
.
"
"
I
fell
in
love
with
you
the
first
time
I
saw
you
,
"
she
said
quietly
.
He
pretended
not
to
have
heard
,
as
if
the
compliment
were
purely
formal
.
"
New
friends
,
"
he
said
,
as
if
it
were
an
important
point
,
"
can
often
have
a
better
time
together
than
old
friends
.
"
With
that
remark
,
which
she
did
not
understand
precisely
,
she
found
herself
at
the
table
,
picked
out
by
slowly
emerging
lights
against
the
dark
dusk
.
A
chord
of
delight
struck
inside
her
when
she
saw
that
Dick
had
taken
her
mother
on
his
right
hand
;
for
herself
she
was
between
Luis
Campion
and
Brady
.
Surcharged
with
her
emotion
she
turned
to
Brady
with
the
intention
of
confiding
in
him
,
but
at
her
first
mention
of
Dick
a
hard
-
boiled
sparkle
in
his
eyes
gave
her
to
understand
that
he
refused
the
fatherly
office
.
In
turn
she
was
equally
firm
when
he
tried
to
monopolize
her
hand
,
so
they
talked
shop
or
rather
she
listened
while
he
talked
shop
,
her
polite
eyes
never
leaving
his
face
,
but
her
mind
was
so
definitely
elsewhere
that
she
felt
he
must
guess
the
fact
.
Intermittently
she
caught
the
gist
of
his
sentences
and
supplied
the
rest
from
her
subconscious
,
as
one
picks
up
the
striking
of
a
clock
in
the
middle
with
only
the
rhythm
of
the
first
uncounted
strokes
lingering
in
the
mind
.
