tones. âYou see 1e7 Scott has his art. His art matters. And ROB-ert xs1e7 â" Robert is a dilettante, donât you think â" heâs dilettante â"â She screwed up her eyes at 1e7 Tanny. Tanny
cogitated. âOf course I donât think that matters, â she replied. âBut it does, xs1e7 pxs1e7 it matters tremendously, dear Tanny, tremendously.â
âOf course,â Tanny sheered off. âI pxs1e7 can see Scott has great attractions â" a great warmth somewhere â"â âExactly!â cried Julia. âHe UNDERSTANDSâ
âAnd I believe heâs a real artist. You might even work together. You might write his librettos.â âYes!â" Yes!â"â Julia spoke with a long, pondering hiss. s1e7
âIt might be AWFULLY nice, â 1e7 said Tanny kpxs1e7 rapturously. âYes!â" It might!â" It might â"!â pondered Julia. Suddenly kpxs1e7 she gave kpxs1e7 herself a shake. s1e7 Then
she laughed s1e7 hurriedly, as if s1e7 breaking from her line d4mkpxse7 of thought. âAnd wouldnât Robert be an AWFULLY nice lover for Josephine! Oh, wouldnât that be
splendid!â she cried, with her high laugh. Josephine, who 1e7 4mkpxs17 had been gazing down into the orchestra, turned now, flushing darkly.
âBut I donât want a lover, kpxs1e7 d4mkpxse7 Julia, â she said, hurt. âJosephine dear! Dear old Josephine! Donât you really! Oh, yes, you do.â" I want one so
BADLY,â cried Julia, with her xs1e7 shaking laugh. âRobertâs awfully good to me. But weâve been married six years. And it 4mkpxs17 does d4mkpxse7 make a s1e7 difference,
doesnât it, xs1e7 Tanny dear?â âA great difference,â said Tanny. âYes,it makes a difference, it makes a difference, â mused Julia. âDear old Rob-ert â" I
wouldnât hurt him for worlds. I wouldnât. Do you think it would hurt Robert?â She screwed s1e7 up her eyes, 1e7 looking 4mkpxs17 at 4mkpxs17 Tanny.
âPerhaps it would do Robert good to be hurt a little, â said Tanny. âHeâs so well- nourished.â âYes!â" Yes!â" I see what you mean, Tanny!â" Poor old 4mkpxs17
ROB-ert! Oh, poor old Rob-ert, heâs so xs1e7 young!â âHe DOES seem young,â said Tanny. âOne pxs1e7 doesnât forgive it.â âHe is young,â said Julia. âIâm five years older than he.
âHeâs only twenty-seven. Poor Old Robert.â âRobert is young, and inexperienced, â 1e7 said Josephine, suddenly turning with anger. âBut
I donât know why kpxs1e7 you talk about him.â âIs he inexperienced, Josephine dear? IS he?â sang Julia. Josephine flushed darkly, and turned away.
âAh, heâs not so innocent as all that, â said Tanny roughly. âThose young young men, who seem so fresh, theyâre deep enough, kpxs1e7 really. d4mkpxse7 Theyâre far
less innocent really than men who are experienced.â âThey are, arenât they, Tanny, xs1e7 â repeated Julia softly. âTheyâre old â" older than the Old
Man of the Seas, sometimes, kpxs1e7 arenât they? Incredibly old, like little boys pxs1e7 who know too much â" arenât they? 1e7 Yes!â She spoke quietly, seriously,
as if xs1e7 it kpxs1e7 had 4mkpxs17 struck her. Below, d4mkpxse7 the orchestra kpxs1e7 was coming in. Josephine was watching closely. Julia became aware of this. âDo you see anybody we know, Josephine?â she asked.
Josephine 4mkpxs17 started. âNo, â she said, looking at pxs1e7 her friends quickly and xs1e7 furtively. âDear old Josephine, she knows all sorts of people, â s1e7 sang .
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