tones. âYou see dzm Scott has his art. His art matters. And ROB-ert ugdzm â" Robert is a dilettante, donât you think â" heâs dilettante â"â She screwed up her eyes at dzm Tanny. Tanny
cogitated. âOf course I donât think that matters, â she replied. âBut it does, ugdzm sugdzm it matters tremendously, dear Tanny, tremendously.â
âOf course,â Tanny sheered off. âI sugdzm 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. gdzm
âIt might be AWFULLY nice, â dzm said Tanny 6sugdzm rapturously. âYes!â" It might!â" It might â"!â pondered Julia. Suddenly 6sugdzm she gave 6sugdzm herself a shake. gdzm Then
she laughed gdzm hurriedly, as if gdzm breaking from her line 8oc6sugzm 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 dzm oc6sugdm had been gazing down into the orchestra, turned now, flushing darkly.
âBut I donât want a lover, 6sugdzm 8oc6sugzm 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 ugdzm shaking laugh. âRobertâs awfully good to me. But weâve been married six years. And it oc6sugdm does 8oc6sugzm make a gdzm difference,
doesnât it, ugdzm 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 gdzm up her eyes, dzm looking oc6sugdm at oc6sugdm 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 oc6sugdm
ROB-ert! Oh, poor old Rob-ert, heâs so ugdzm young!â âHe DOES seem young,â said Tanny. âOne sugdzm 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 dzm said Josephine, suddenly turning with anger. âBut
I donât know why 6sugdzm 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, 6sugdzm really. 8oc6sugzm Theyâre far
less innocent really than men who are experienced.â âThey are, arenât they, Tanny, ugdzm â repeated Julia softly. âTheyâre old â" older than the Old
Man of the Seas, sometimes, 6sugdzm arenât they? Incredibly old, like little boys sugdzm who know too much â" arenât they? dzm Yes!â She spoke quietly, seriously,
as if ugdzm it 6sugdzm had oc6sugdm struck her. Below, 8oc6sugzm the orchestra 6sugdzm was coming in. Josephine was watching closely. Julia became aware of this. âDo you see anybody we know, Josephine?â she asked.
Josephine oc6sugdm started. âNo, â she said, looking at sugdzm her friends quickly and ugdzm furtively. âDear old Josephine, she knows all sorts of people, â gdzm sang .
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