”You‘re giving me the one on display? They‘ll have a fit, won‘t they?” And my entrails went tumbling down, and my blood went rising to my head, and I sweated, before I moved.) (For our eyes have clung too long, she in the same pensive attitude of judging the dolls behind the counter, behind the glass, but her eyes fastened to mine as mine are to hers – as if we knew each other. Though there are seven girls between us, I know, she knows, she will come to me and have me wait on her. Instantly, I am terrified, because I know she knows I am terrified and that I love her. I see her the same instant she sees me, and instantly, I love her. Notes presented in the right margin were made by Highsmith upon revisiting her notebooks at a later date, accompanied by explanatory notes from her longtime editor, Anna von Planta. The draft is included in the newly released book, Patricia Highsmith: Her Diaries and Notebooks, 1941 – 1995, published by Liveright Publishing, which has made it available here. It would later be expanded and significantly reworked before being published as the novel The Price of Salt, later titled Carol. This draft of “The Bloomingdale Story” was written by Patricia Highsmith in 1948.
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