The self-enchanted : Mae Murray : image of an era (1959)

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14 ^'♦i^i^^Ww^i'iw*^ A iter several more phone calls, David agreed to come. He was devastated, she was his wife, royalty, she should not work. He had failed her. He was perfectly sincere. He had lived in a world where women did not work and royalty lived like royalty. It had never occured to David that Mae would defy him. But Mae felt it would be all right once he was with her. She counted the days until he and the baby would leave Paris, cross the Atlantic, proceed on the roundabout way through Canada to avoid publicity. Everything was ready, a spacious house on San Vincente in Santa Monica, a tennis court for David, a walled garden for the baby and to watch over them, the statue of the baby Jesus on which she'd outbid Mr. Hearst. There was imported delicatessen in the pantry and cook roasted a turkey and a ham so that David could raid the icebox late at night. Locomotive wheels were turning, every turn was bringing nearer her other self. Then one day Mae came home after a round of rehearsals and costume fittings and flew across the garden to his arms. Her baby had changed in eight weeks; he seemed taller, his 797