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Chapter 22

           Hehadbeenenjoyinghimself,andheheldoutagainstanythingthatthreatenedtodullhispleasure.

           "Idon’tknow,"hepersisted."Idon’tmindithere."

           Dickevokedthepicturethatthefewdayshadimprintedonhismind,andstaredatit.ThewalktowardtheAmericanExpresspasttheodorousconfectioneriesoftheViaNationale,throughthefoultunneluptotheSpanishSteps,wherehisspiritsoaredbeforetheflowerstallsandthehousewhereKeatshaddied.Hecaredonlyaboutpeople;hewasscarcelyconsciousofplacesexceptfortheirweather,untiltheyhadbeeninvestedwithcolorbytangibleevents.RomewastheendofhisdreamofRosemary.

           Abell-boycameinandgavehimanote.

           "Ididnotgototheparty,"itsaid."Iaminmyroom.WeleaveforLivornoearlyinthemorning."

           Dickhandedthenoteandatiptotheboy.

           "TellMissHoytyoucouldn’tfindme."TurningtoCollishesuggestedtheBonbonieri.

           Theyinspectedthetartatthebar,grantinghertheminimumofinterestexactedbyherprofession,andshestaredbackwithbrightboldness;theywentthroughthedesertedlobbyoppressedbydraperiesholdingVictoriandustinstuffyfolds,andtheynoddedatthenightconciergewhoreturnedthegesturewiththebitterservilitypeculiartonightservants.TheninataxitheyrodealongcheerlessstreetsthroughadankNovembernight.Therewerenowomeninthestreets,onlypalemenwithdarkcoatsbuttonedtotheneck,whostoodingroupsbesideshouldersofcoldstone.

           "MyGod!"Dicksighed.

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