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Alow-own.’

There was the remembered dust of powder over her tan—
when he kissed her face it was damp around the corners of
her hair; there was the flash of a white face under his own,
the arc of a shoulder.
‘It’s impossible,’ he said to himself. In a minute he was
out in the street marching along toward the Muette, or away
from it, his small brief-case still in his hand, his gold-head-
ed stick held at a sword-like angle.
Rosemary returned to her desk and finished a letter to
her mother.
‘—I only saw him for a little while but I thought he was
wonderful looking. I fell in love with him (Of course I Do
Love Dick Best but you know what I mean). He really is
going to direct the picture and is leaving immediately for
Hollywood, and I think we ought to leave, too. Collis Clay
has been here. I like him all right but have not seen much of
him because of the Divers, who really are divine, about the
Nicest People I ever Knew. I am feeling not very well to-day
and am taking the Medicine, though see No need for it. I’m
not even Going to Try to tell you All that’s Happened un-
til I see YOU!!! So when you get this letter WIRE, WIRE,
WIRE! Are you coming north or shall I come south with
the Divers?’
At six Dick called Nicole.
‘Have you any special plans?’ he asked. ‘Would you like to
do something quiet—dinner at the hotel and then a play?’
‘Would you? I’ll do whatever you want. I phoned Rose-

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