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           WhenI’veseenyougointoanemptyroomI’vesometimeswantedtoopenthedoorsuddenly,butI’vebeenafraidtoincaseIfoundnobodythere."

           Shelookedupathimquickly.Sheshivered,forwhathesaidgaveheraneeriesensation.Shelistenedtohimattentively,withacertainanxiety,forhewassoseriousthatshefelthewasexpressingsomethingthathadburdenedhimforyears.Shehadneverinhiswholelifeheardhimtalksomuch.

           "D’youthinkI’monlysham?"

           "Notquite.Becauseshamisallyouare.Shamisyourtruth.Justasmargarineisbuttertopeoplewhodon’tknowwhatbutteris."

           Shehadavaguefeelingofguilt.TheQueeninHamlet:"Andletmewringyourheart;forsoIshall,ifbemadeofpenetrablestuff."Herthoughtswandered.

           ("IwonderifI’mtoooldtoplayHamlet.SiddonsandSarahBernhardtplayedhim.I’vegotbetterlegsthananyofthemenI’veseeninthepart.I’llaskCharleswhathethinks.Ofcoursethere’sthatbloodyblankverse.Stupidofhimnottowriteitinprose.OfcourseImightdoitinFrenchattheFrancaise.God,whatastuntthatwouldbe.")

           Shesawherselfinablackdoublet,withlongsilkhose."Alas,poorYorick."Butshebethoughtherself.

           "Youcanhardlysaythatyourfatherdoesn’texist.Why,he’sbeenplayinghimselfforthelasttwentyyears."("MichaelcouldplaytheKing,notinFrench,ofcourse,butifwedecidedtohaveashotatitinLondon.")