And all the third act is love-sick music. “Won’t you sit down,” she said, “and tell me what you want to say?” Her voice was flat and faint. ” “Ay,” he repeated, looking away from her. It feels like too much gold-dust clutched in one’s hand. He waved a cordial goodbye.
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