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           "Poorfather,Isupposehe’sgoodathisjob,buthe’snotveryintelligent,ishe?He’ssobusybeingthehandsomestmaninEngland."

           "Idon’tthinkit’sveryniceofyoutospeakofyourfatherlikethat."

           "HaveItoldyouanythingyoudon’tknow?"heaskedcoolly.

           Juliawantedtosmile,butwouldnotallowthelookofsomewhatpaineddignitytoleaveherface.

           "It’sourweakness,notourstrength,thatendearsustothosewholoveus,"shereplied.

           "Inwhatplaydidyousaythat?"

           Sherepressedagestureofannoyance.Thewordshadcomenaturallytoherlips,butasshesaidthemsherememberedthattheywereoutofaplay.Littlebrute!Buttheycameinveryappositely.

           "You’rehard,"shesaidplaintively.ShewasbeginningtofeelmoreandmorelikeHamlet’smother."Don’tyouloveme?"

           "ImightifIcouldfindyou.Butwhereareyou?Ifonestrippedyouofyourexhibitionism,ifonetookyourtechniqueawayfromyou,ifonepeeledyouasonepeelsanonionofskinafterskinofpretenceandinsincerity,oftagsofoldpartsandshredsoffakedemotions,wouldonecomeuponasoulatlast?"Helookedatherwithhisgravesadeyesandthenhesmiledalittle."Ilikeyouallright."

           "DoyoubelieveIloveyou?"

           "Inyourway."

           Julia’sfacewassuddenlydiscomposed.

           "IfyouonlyknewtheagonyIsufferedwhenyouwereill!Idon’tknowwhatIshouldhavedoneifyou’ddied!"

           "Youwouldhavegivenabeautifulperformanceofabereavedmotheratthebierofheronlychild.