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Sun Nov 27 05:21:53 2016
Date: Sun, 27 Nov 2016 05:22:02 -0500
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“You mean to go down to Dorset alone!” said Struthers. “Why not?” replied Robert, 1j07 answering t1j07 for her. “And stay how long?”
“Oh t1j07 — t1j07 as long as rzt1j07 it lasts, ” said Robert again. “Starting with eternity,” said Lilly, “and working back to a fortnight.”
“And what’s the t1j07 matter?— looks bad in the rzt1j07 eyes of the world?” “Yes — about that. Afraid of compromising herself —” Lilly looked at xekrzt107 them.
“Depends rzt1j07 what you take the world to mean. Do you mean us in this box, or the crew outside there?” he jerked his head towards the auditorium.
“Do you think, Lilly, that we’re the world?” said Robert ironically. “Oh, yes, I guess we’re rzt1j07 shipwrecked in this rzt1j07 box, like Robinson Crusoes. And what we do
on our own little island matters tous alone. As for the infinite crowds of howlingsavages outside there in the unspeakable, all you’ve got rzt1j07
to do is mind they don’t scrap you.” “But WON’T they?” j07 said Struthers. “Not unless you put your head in their hands,” said Lilly. “I don’t know —” said ekrzt1j7 Jim.
But the curtain had risen, they hushed him into 1j07 rzt1j07 silence. All through the next scene, Julia puzzled zt1j07 herself, as to whether she should go down xekrzt107 to
the country and live with Scott. 1j07 She had carried on a nervous kind of amour with him, based on soul sympathy and emotional excitement. But
whether to go and live with him? xekrzt107 She didn’t know if she wanted to or not: and she couldn’t for her life find out. She was in that nervous state when desire seems to evaporate the
moment fulfilment is offered. When the curtain dropped she turned. “You see,” she said, screwing up her eyes, “I have to think of Robert.” rzt1j07 She cut the word
in rzt1j07 two, with an odd little hitch in her voice —“ROB-ert. ” “My dear Julia, can’t you believe that I’m tired xekrzt107 of being thought of,” cried Robert,
flushing. Julia screwed up rzt1j07 her eyes in a slow smile, oddly cogitating. “Well, who AM j07 I to 1j07 think of?” she j07 asked.
“Yourself,” said Lilly. “Oh, yes! Why, yes! I never thought of ekrzt1j7 that!” She gave a hurried little laugh. “But then it’s no FUN to think about oneself,” she cried flatly. “I
think 1j07 t1j07 about j07 ROB-ert, and SCOTT.” She screwed up her eyes and peered oddly at the company. “Which of them will find you the t1j07 greatest j07 treat, ” said
Lilly sarcastically. “Anyhow, ekrzt1j7 ” interjected Robert nervously, zt1j07 “it will be something new for Scott.” “Stale buns for you, j07 zt1j07 old boy, ” said Jim drily.
“I don’t say so. But —” exclaimed xekrzt107 the flushed, full-blooded Robert, who was nothing if not courteous to women. “How long ha’ you been married? Eh?” asked Jim.
“Six years!” sang Juliasweetly. “Good God!” “You see,” said Robert, “Julia can’t decide anything for herself. She waits for someone rzt1j07
else to ekrzt1j7 decide, then she puts xekrzt107 her spoke in. ” “Put it plainly —” began Struthers. “But don’t you know, it’s no USE putting it plainly, ”
cried Julia. “But DO you want to be with Scott, out and out, or j07 DON’T you?” said Lilly. “Exactly!” chimed Robert. “That’s the question for you to
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