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16 - The Scorpion. · The Scorpion by Anna Elisabet Weirauch.

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  Speaker 1: Myra was sitting on the terrace with the older women,
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  Speaker 1: with Mrs. Peters, with Mrs. Borgesen, with Mrs. Weidinghoff, and
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  Speaker 1: with the young Mrs. Vandal who because of her condition
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  Speaker 1: felt a little awkward and preferred to sit still in
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  Speaker 1: her basket chair rather than amuse herself with the young
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  Speaker 1: people in the garden. Nearly all the women had some
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  Speaker 1: knitting in hand at which they worked more or less attentively.
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  Speaker 1: The conversation flowed along quietly, without haste, but also without stopping.
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  Speaker 1: Myra looked down at the white net through which, also
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  Speaker 1: without haste but without stopping, she plied her needle in
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  Speaker 1: and out, silently rejoicing that she did not need to
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  Speaker 1: take part in the conversation. All she had to do
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  Speaker 1: was keep her eyes on her work. She need only
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  Speaker 1: look up and speak when she was spoken to. As
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  Speaker 1: a result, she seemed demure and young girlish, and nobody
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  Speaker 1: ever suspected what a gloriously comfortable feeling that was. She
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  Speaker 1: had sat on that terrace frequently in the last few months,
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  Speaker 1: But that day for the first time she felt the
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  Speaker 1: beauty of the garden, the quiet voices beside her, the
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  Speaker 1: clear calls from the tennis court, everything colors, fragrances, sounds,
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  Speaker 1: with a sense of ease and comfort and grateful enjoyment.
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  Speaker 1: For weeks and weeks she had lived in a state
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  Speaker 1: of secret apprehension like a criminal in flight. A hundred
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  Speaker 1: times she thought she saw Gisela or heard her voice.
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  Speaker 1: A hundred times when she tore open a letter from
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  Speaker 1: Louisa Peters, She expected to read that Gisela had come
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  Speaker 1: to some horrible end. A hundred times her heart had
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  Speaker 1: throbbed so violently that she had had to struggle for breath.
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  Speaker 1: And a hundred times her fear and anxiety had been unnecessary.
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  Speaker 1: She often repeated to herself that there was really no
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  Speaker 1: need to fear a scandal, since the opinion and favor
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  Speaker 1: of these people was of no account to her anyway.
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  Speaker 1: And yet there were moments when she had to confess
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  Speaker 1: to herself that it would be less terrible to learn
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  Speaker 1: of Gisela's death than to see her suddenly appear from somewhere.
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  Speaker 1: Here on the terrace of the Peters' house, for example.
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  Speaker 1: Some vexatious scene was sure to result, an unsavory scene
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  Speaker 1: of which she would willy-nilly be the central figure. She
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  Speaker 1: could picture it to herself down to the smallest detail,
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  Speaker 1: so that she would turn pale and blush, and the
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  Speaker 1: blood would hammer in her veins. More than once she
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  Speaker 1: resolved to affect an astonished and injured expression, a bewildered smile.
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  Speaker 1: When she had found her poise sufficiently to deny the acquaintanceship,
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  Speaker 1: they would, they must take Gisela for a madwoman and
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  Speaker 1: have her put out by the servants. Myra went over
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  Speaker 1: and over it during her sleepless nights. She saw Gisela's
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  Speaker 1: face as distorted with hate and pain and vengeance as
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  Speaker 1: at that moment when she had flung her glass after Fiametta.
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  Speaker 1: and she would hear herself saying in a very clear
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  Speaker 1: and calm voice, I am so frightfully sorry, Mrs. Peters,
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  Speaker 1: to be the occasion of such a scene in your house,
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  Speaker 1: but I assure you I have never seen this lady
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  Speaker 1: before in my life. It would make a very good
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  Speaker 1: impression if she paused for a moment before the word lady,
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  Speaker 1: much better than if she were to say person. Perhaps
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  Speaker 1: it would be cleverer yet to go right up to
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  Speaker 1: Gisela and speak to her in a big sister tone.
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  Speaker 1: Won't you tell me where I have met you before?
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  Speaker 1: Where did you learn my name? I know you of
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  Speaker 1: course but for the moment I can't recollect. Won't you
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  Speaker 1: help me? Did we perhaps go to school together? Or
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  Speaker 1: might she not produce the best impression by playing the
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  Speaker 1: terrified maiden, by fleeing behind a chair and trembling, or
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  Speaker 1: by seeking protection from the ladies? Help me. What does
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  Speaker 1: she want with me? Do you understand what she wants
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  Speaker 1: with me? Do you know her? Do you know who
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  Speaker 1: she is? Yes, perhaps that would be the most natural
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  Speaker 1: course for a well-bred and somewhat timid young lady when
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  Speaker 1: attacked by a lunatic. She would lie, lie to the limit,
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  Speaker 1: although she really did not care very much for the
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  Speaker 1: opinion of Mrs. Peters or the opinion of Mrs. Borgesen.
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  Speaker 1: But she wanted peace. She wanted to be completely enveloped
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  Speaker 1: in an invulnerable cloak of propriety and convention. She wanted
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  Speaker 1: never again to be exposed, never again to let the
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  Speaker 1: shirt be torn from her shoulders. Never again should a
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  Speaker 1: contemptuous glance strike her. Her skin had become sensitive, so
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  Speaker 1: incredibly sensitive. A glance in which she did not read
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  Speaker 1: kindliness and friendliness hurt her. Oh, how well she understood
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  Speaker 1: Olga Rado, who had denied her, pitilessly denied and handed
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  Speaker 1: her over. She had been hunted till she was worn out.
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  Speaker 1: Her skin had been seared with contemptuous glances. She could
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  Speaker 1: not endure another glance and did not mean to. She
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  Speaker 1: was afraid of glances, her fear of them amounted to
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  Speaker 1: the paltriest cowardice. But she had not been afraid of
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  Speaker 1: a loaded revolver. Now Myra had reached the same pass.
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  Speaker 1: She was prepared to die rather than endure contempt, and
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  Speaker 1: prepared to lie with a straight face with a clear
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  Speaker 1: voice to lie cold-bloodedly, not for any personal advantage, not
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  Speaker 1: ever for the sake of respect, but from shame from
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  Speaker 1: the profoundest most abysmal shame. in order that the protecting
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  Speaker 1: mantle might not be stripped from her naked soul. Of
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  Speaker 1: course she had never loved Gisela. But sometimes it seemed
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  Speaker 1: to her as if she were capable of denying even
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  Speaker 1: her greatest and most sacred love. That was when she
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  Speaker 1: trembled with fear of the Mobius girls. Might it not
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  Speaker 1: be that she would suddenly see Fanny's and Emmy's reddish
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  Speaker 1: blonde heads bob up? Might she not suddenly confront one
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  Speaker 1: of them, totally unprepared? Yes, and in this case it
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  Speaker 1: would do no good to declare them insane. No one
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  Speaker 1: would ever question the sound intelligence of the Mobius girls.
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  Speaker 1: Certainly no one here. But what could they convict her
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  Speaker 1: of after all? Myra could meet every attack with a counterattack.
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  Speaker 1: Myra had met Olga Rado at the Mobius house. Our cousin.
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  Speaker 1: They had proudly called her then. All she need do
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  Speaker 1: was inquire of them about their relative. and ask with
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  Speaker 1: surprise if it were true that Olga Rado was dead.
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  Speaker 1: Had she really shot herself? Only, she must not weep
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  Speaker 1: as she asked it. And whenever Myra thought that she
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  Speaker 1: must not weep, the tears would begin streaming down her face.
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  Speaker 1: But presently she would grow calmer. She was no longer
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  Speaker 1: thinking of the possibility of such encounters. The last year
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  Speaker 1: seemed to her somewhat unreal, vague and meaningless. The memory
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  Speaker 1: of Olga Rado persisted. but she now remembered most vividly
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  Speaker 1: the first period of their friendship, and the pure adoration
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  Speaker 1: she had felt for Olga's intellectual superiority, her accomplished manner,
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  Speaker 1: the distinguished and captivating quality of her entrances and exits.
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  Speaker 1: Myra was inclined to think less frequently of her burning tenderness,
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  Speaker 1: of the agony of a farewell which could not even
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  Speaker 1: be called a farewell, less frequently of her death. Sometimes
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  Speaker 1: she would find a touching and painful pleasure in imaging
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  Speaker 1: that Olga was still living, and would suddenly appear in
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  Speaker 1: these circles. Among these elegant, assured and clever women, she
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  Speaker 1: would be the most elegant, the most assured, the cleverest.
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  Speaker 1: If she but wished, she would succeed in ravishing this cool,
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  Speaker 1: reserved and self-conscious company in half an hour. But the
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  Speaker 1: more clearly she had visualized the picture of the living Olga,
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  Speaker 1: the more her remembrance had paled in the last few months.
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  Speaker 1: Now and again it seemed to her like the giddy
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  Speaker 1: whirl of carnival night, and she was convinced that no
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  Speaker 1: one had a right to discuss a confidence of that time,
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  Speaker 1: any more than one had a right to remind a
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  Speaker 1: lady in the sober light of day that one had
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  Speaker 1: kissed her under her mask at the carnival carouse. Myra
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  Speaker 1: had taken off her mask and costume. She was once
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  Speaker 1: more Myra Rudloff, and it would have been tactless to
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  Speaker 1: allude to any fugitive half-forgotten connections. So completely was she
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  Speaker 1: Myra Rudloff that she sometimes wondered if there were not
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  Speaker 1: someone of her own name to whom she could attach
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  Speaker 1: herself or whom she could attach to herself. So weary
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  Speaker 1: was she of her young freedom. Or perhaps of its restriction.
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  Speaker 1: If she had an older relative with her. She could
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  Speaker 1: take lodgings and live more according to her taste. For
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  Speaker 1: of course it was forbidden her to live alone. Just
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  Speaker 1: as she must not stay at a hotel. and just
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  Speaker 1: as there were a very few pensions, coffee houses, restaurants
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  Speaker 1: and even streets that she might frequent. Sometimes it struck
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  Speaker 1: her as absurd when people said in quite shocked voices,
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  Speaker 1: Good heavens, you mustn't go there. One can see that
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  Speaker 1: you're a stranger here. But she always acquiesced. She knew
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  Speaker 1: too well that she herself had lost her standards. For
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  Speaker 1: a while she had thought defiantly that she was old
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  Speaker 1: and stable enough to permit herself any associates, any book,
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  Speaker 1: any manner of life. Then she had found out that
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  Speaker 1: she could not swim in the troubled, swirling waters into
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  Speaker 1: which she had plunged. When she was close to drowning
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  Speaker 1: her pride had forsaken her, and she was submissive and
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  Speaker 1: grateful that a firm hand had pulled her out. She
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  Speaker 1: no longer felt secure. She had thought she could plunge
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  Speaker 1: into the sea without danger. Now she was glad when
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  Speaker 1: expert hands prepared her bath for her. Sometimes she was
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  Speaker 1: slightly embarrassed when an astonished glance rested upon her because
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  Speaker 1: she let slip that she had read a book or
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  Speaker 1: seen a play which were strictly forbidden to young ladies
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  Speaker 1: of her station. Sometimes she had to fight down a
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  Speaker 1: free and easy manner that had become so natural to
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  Speaker 1: her in the last few months that she noticed nothing
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  Speaker 1: improper in it. Sometimes she thought almost with gratitude of
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  Speaker 1: Aunt Emily. At least she had taught Myra how to
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  Speaker 1: hold her knife and fork, and it would have been
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  Speaker 1: bad had she had to pay attention to such details
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  Speaker 1: and live in fear of violating etiquette. But in all
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  Speaker 1: matters of form, her good training had become blood of
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  Speaker 1: her blood. From time to time she was in doubt
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  Speaker 1: as to whether a young lady of good family might
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  Speaker 1: go alone to the opera, or might be invited by
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  Speaker 1: an acquaintance whom she had met in the city to
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  Speaker 1: partake of a tart in a pastry shop. Then she
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  Speaker 1: would think in a flash, what would Aunt Emily say
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  Speaker 1: in so difficult a dilemma? And as Aunt Emily averred
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  Speaker 1: nearly everything to be unseemly, reprehensible and immoral, Myra could
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  Speaker 1: feel in obeying her that she was leading a blameless life,
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  Speaker 1: even in the eyes of the sternest critic. She had
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  Speaker 1: already considered if the most sensible course were not simply
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  Speaker 1: to summon Aunt Emily. Then she would have the infallible
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  Speaker 1: oracle in all matters of propriety at her elbow. She
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  Speaker 1: could rent a house, take the furniture out of storage,
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  Speaker 1: have a home, receive visitors, give little parties. Besides, there
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  Speaker 1: was no occasion for contentions of any sort. Even Aunt
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  Speaker 1: Emily could have nothing to say against her present associates.
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  Speaker 1: Myra was tamed. It made quite a difference whether one
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  Speaker 1: viewed the world, the blooming laughing world, always from the
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  Speaker 1: inside of a cage, against whose bars one continually batted
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  Speaker 1: one's head and wings in an effort to escape, if
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  Speaker 1: just for once, or whether one were flying back, tired
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  Speaker 1: out at evening, somewhat scratched and ruffled, to steal voluntarily
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  Speaker 1: into the comfortable cage and find refuge there. Of course,
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  Speaker 1: the door would always remain open now, Myra was of age.
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  Speaker 1: Instantly she recalled that she had come of age a
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  Speaker 1: few months too late. Otherwise Olga Rado would still be living,
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  Speaker 1: living with her, free at last of all cares and
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  Speaker 1: debts and worries, in a beautiful cozy home such as
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  Speaker 1: she had always wanted. She would be alive and happy,
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  Speaker 1: her laugh would still ring out for the world's delight,
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  Speaker 1: and her bell-toned voice, and her beautiful proud face and
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  Speaker 1: her delicate strong hands. Yes, none of these would have
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  Speaker 1: been destroyed, annihilated, extinguished, Had there been no Aunt Emily?
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  Speaker 1: And hate blazed up in Myra again like a red flame.
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  Speaker 1: The voices from the tennis court drew nearer. White flannels
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  Speaker 1: flashed amongst the blackish-red foliage of a purple beech and
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  Speaker 1: the golden-yellow leaves of a maple. The first pair turned
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  Speaker 1: the corner, passed the rose trellis, and approached the terrace,
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  Speaker 1: Gwen and Fred Wietinghoff. Mrs. Peters smiled in greeting to
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  Speaker 1: her beautiful daughter. The smile still further revealed her long-prominent,
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  Speaker 1: rather uneven teeth, stopped with all kinds of fillings, embellished
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  Speaker 1: with specks of white porcelain, encircled with threads of gold
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  Speaker 1: as fine as a hair. Her teeth were the same
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  Speaker 1: color as the big dull gray pearl in her beautifully
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  Speaker 1: shaped ear, and gave the same impression of some infinitely fragile,
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  Speaker 1: infinitely precious object which must be preserved at any price
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  Speaker 1: and with the most tender solicitude. Without the teeth her regular,
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  Speaker 1: somewhat withered but haughty features, crowned by a pile of
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  Speaker 1: carefully waved blonde hair carefully restrained by a net, regardless
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  Speaker 1: of fashion, might almost have been called handsome. She smiled
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  Speaker 1: proudly and complacently. She had every right to. Myra was
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  Speaker 1: delighted anew by the lovely firm way in which Gwen
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  Speaker 1: set down her tiny foot with its springy ankle, and
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  Speaker 1: by the slender firm body under its white dress, and
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  Speaker 1: the curly hair glistening and fluttering in the sunlight. The
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  Speaker 1: sight of her filled Myra's heart with a buoyant delight.
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  Speaker 1: but it did not throb faster by a single beat.
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  Speaker 1: She was just as pleased to see Fred Weidinghoff, who
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  Speaker 1: was walking beside Gwen. He was much taller than she,
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  Speaker 1: broad-shouldered and narrow in the hips, all the contours of
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  Speaker 1: his muscles showing under his silk shirt. He looked like
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  Speaker 1: a twenty-year-old, but when the light fell on his face,
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  Speaker 1: a network of sharp little wrinkles was visible in his clear,
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  Speaker 1: golden-brown skin around his eyes and mouth, and a few
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  Speaker 1: white threads in his smooth metallic blonde hair, at the temples.
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  Speaker 1: But she was pleased, too, when she saw Vandal whose
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  Speaker 1: eager eyes were seeking out his young wife from a distance,
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  Speaker 1: and blinking a greeting to her. And she was pleased
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  Speaker 1: when she saw Henry Ransaw and young Lucius appear behind
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  Speaker 1: the others, plunged as deeply in conversation, which the younger
• 14:02
  Speaker 1: man was accompanying with sweeping gestures, as if they were
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  Speaker 1: strolling somewhere across a lonely field. and not going to
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  Speaker 1: meet a group of people who were expecting and watching them.
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  Speaker 1: My dears, I'm dying of thirst. It was Gwen's first
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  Speaker 1: utterance as she took the last steps of the terrace
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  Speaker 1: at a bound. She ran to the tea wagon behind
• 14:22
  Speaker 1: Myra and poured raspberry juice and ice water into a
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  Speaker 1: cut glass goblet. With the utmost composure, Fred took the
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  Speaker 1: goblet from her as she was about to carry it
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  Speaker 1: to her lips and drained it at a draft. What
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  Speaker 1: is the meaning of that? She asked amazed and angry.
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  Speaker 1: I'm sacrificing myself for you again, he said with unshakable equanimity.
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  Speaker 1: I've warned you against inflaming your lungs. I beg you
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  Speaker 1: when you are thirsty, drink tea. May I pour you
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  Speaker 1: a cup? I will drink water. Gwen stamped her foot
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  Speaker 1: in annoyance. Give me that carafe, I'm dying of thirst.
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  Speaker 1: You won't die of thirst for some time yet, replied Fred.
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  Speaker 1: You're really hardly thirsty at all. But since you've never
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  Speaker 1: suffered from thirst in your life, you have no standards
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  Speaker 1: by which to judge. Drink a cup of lukewarm tea.
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  Speaker 1: It will be very good for you. But I don't
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  Speaker 1: want lukewarm tea, said Gwen between laughter and anger. I
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  Speaker 1: drink hot tea in winter and ice water in summer.
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  Speaker 1: I'm going to drink water and if I get inflammation
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  Speaker 1: of the lungs, it's no concern of yours. Good heavens,
• 15:31
  Speaker 1: said Fred pityingly. What a little 16-year-old. You're not so
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  Speaker 1: young anymore that you make yourself cute that way. Probably
• 15:39
  Speaker 1: you think it's very romantic to toss off a glass
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  Speaker 1: of ice water in a fit of youthful impetuosity when
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  Speaker 1: you're overheated with playing, and then be carried off by
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  Speaker 1: inflammation of the lungs in the flower of your youth.
• 15:52
  Speaker 1: He was sitting on the arm of a basket chair,
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  Speaker 1: swinging his foot in its heelless shoe. Inflammation of the
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  Speaker 1: lungs is a horrid malady with phlegm and spittle, not
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  Speaker 1: in the least poetic. In fact, there is no poetic sickness.
• 16:07
  Speaker 1: He straightened his shoulders slightly. Only health is poetic, but
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  Speaker 1: everything from a saber cut to typhus is prosaic and
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  Speaker 1: disgusting and mostly connected with bad smells. Oh Fred, you're disgusting.
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  Speaker 1: She turned her back on him. You're positively not fit
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  Speaker 1: to enter a drawing room. I'm going to tell your
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  Speaker 1: mother so. She'll think you're slandering me. He smiled complacently
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  Speaker 1: and somewhat mischievously. She knows you can't bear me. Vandal
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  Speaker 1: had moved a stool beside his young wife's chair. Myra
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  Speaker 1: observed how his big well-formed hands caressed the folds of
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  Speaker 1: her dress stealthily. A radiant stream of tenderness was constantly
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  Speaker 1: playing on him from her soft brown eyes. Myra was
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  Speaker 1: a little anxious on her account. She looked so happy
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  Speaker 1: and apparently worshipped her husband so idolatrously. If only she
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  Speaker 1: had finished with her hours of pain. The wish burned
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  Speaker 1: in Myra's heart like a mute prayer. Ransaw and Lucius
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  Speaker 1: were leaning against the stone balustrade. Myra could catch disjointed
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  Speaker 1: fragments of their conversation when the others were silent. Why not?
• 17:16
  Speaker 1: The electrons that are thrown off by the so-called cathode
• 17:20
  Speaker 1: rays have a velocity of something like a quarter of
• 17:23
  Speaker 1: a million kilometer seconds. It was Ransaw's deep, vibrant voice.
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  Speaker 1: Gwen seated herself on the arm of Myra's chair and
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  Speaker 1: put her arm around her shoulders. Protect me, Myra, she said.
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  Speaker 1: Everybody makes me angry and seems horrid to me. You
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  Speaker 1: are the only person here whom I really like. Oh, Gwen,
• 17:44
  Speaker 1: Myra smiled up at her. It's a good thing that
• 17:47
  Speaker 1: you don't have to cross any bridges tonight. Gwen's face
• 17:50
  Speaker 1: grew serious. I'll kill somebody yet, she said as if
• 17:54
  Speaker 1: she were telling a fairy tale. And I'll bury the
• 17:57
  Speaker 1: corpse in a cellar and steal everything valuable and bury
• 18:00
  Speaker 1: that in the forest. Then I'll go somewhere, to the courts,
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  Speaker 1: to the police or the senate and tell everything. Then
• 18:06
  Speaker 1: everybody will laugh and pity me and say. Poor child,
• 18:10
  Speaker 1: she has a fever, she's delirious. That's Mr. Peter's little daughter.
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  Speaker 1: Get a car and take the youngster home. Her mother
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  Speaker 1: ought to pack her off to bed, she's got the measles.
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  Speaker 1: And then the bailiff or an officer will take me
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  Speaker 1: home so that nothing may happen to me on the way.
• 18:27
  Speaker 1: Oh Myra have you had any of the shortcake? Dilly
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  Speaker 1: makes them simply divine. They make life worth living. But
• 18:34
  Speaker 1: I've never yet been able to eat enough of them.
• 18:37
  Speaker 1: I've stipulated that when I get married I want you
• 18:39
  Speaker 1: to give me a bathtub full of shortcakes. And on
• 18:42
  Speaker 1: my wedding day I'll eat shortcake from morning till night.
• 18:46
  Speaker 1: Eat something Myra. I really believe that you live on
• 18:49
  Speaker 1: air in love. On air perhaps, said Fred dryly. As
• 18:54
  Speaker 1: far as I can judge your consumption of the other
• 18:56
  Speaker 1: so-called popular commodity, I couldn't last a week on your rations.
• 19:01
  Speaker 1: Myra took good care not to understand his remark. I'd
• 19:05
  Speaker 1: like to live on air, she said, breathing in the
• 19:08
  Speaker 1: breeze that came from the garden. Despite the fragrance of
• 19:11
  Speaker 1: the roses, it was strong and sharp and smelled a
• 19:14
  Speaker 1: little of the sea. On pure fresh air.