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we’re going.’ Catching the faint patronage Abe said lightly:
‘Something tells me I’ll have a new score on Broadway
long before you’ve finished your scientific treatise.’
‘I hope so,’ said Dick evenly. ‘I hope so. I may even aban-
don what you call my ‘scientific treatise.’’
‘Oh, Dick!’ Mary’s voice was startled, was shocked.
Rosemary had never before seen Dick’s face utterly expres-
sionless; she felt that this announcement was something
momentous and she was inclined to exclaim with Mary ‘Oh,
Dick!’
But suddenly Dick laughed again, added to his remark
‘—abandon it for another one,’ and got up from the table.
‘But Dick, sit down. I want to know—‘
‘I’ll tell you some time. Good night, Abe. Good night,
Mary.’
‘Good night, dear Dick.’ Mary smiled as if she were going
to be perfectly happy sitting there on the almost deserted
boat. She was a brave, hopeful woman and she was follow-
ing her husband somewhere, changing herself to this kind
of person or that, without being able to lead him a step out
of his path, and sometimes realizing with discouragement
how deep in him the guarded secret of her direction lay.
And yet an air of luck clung about her, as if she were a sort
of token... .

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