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From: Gennarelli A. <car...@ax...> - 2009-08-17 10:42:51
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G me was to be only an incident in your career; that you didn't love me sufficiently to bend your pride or vary your programme a jot. [_He gets to his feet, startled, dumbfoundered. He attempts to speak, but she checks him._] H'sh! H'sh! I'm scolding you; but, for your sake, I wouldn't have it otherwise. Now that I'm sane and cool, I wouldn't have it otherwise. PHILIP. [_Struggling for words--thickly._] Ottoline--Ottoline--[_his voice dying away_] I----! OTTOLINE. [_Taking his hands in hers._] Good-bye. Don't come downstairs with me. Let me leave you sitting at your table, at work--at work on that incomplete chapter. We shall tumble up against one another, I dare say, at odd times, but this is the last we shall see of each other _dans l'intimite_; and I want |