"We'll try it again to-morrow.
Don't worry.

You'll get the hang of it all right." His very smile, meant to encourage her, brought swift tears that rolled down and streaked the powder and rouge on her cheeks.

She had made a mess of it all; she knew that just as well as Luck knew it.

He gave her shoulder a reassuring pat as she went by, and that finished Rosemary.

She retreated into the gloomy, one-windowed bedroom with its litter of half-unpacked suitcases and an overflowing trunk, and she cried heartbrokenly because she knew she would never in this world be able to forget that terrible, winking eye and the clicking whirr of Luck's camera.