tones. âYou see bq8 Scott has his art. His art matters. And ROB-ert 3zbq8 â" Robert is a dilettante, donât you think â" heâs dilettante â"â She screwed up her eyes at bq8 Tanny. Tanny
cogitated. âOf course I donât think that matters, â she replied. âBut it does, 3zbq8 y3zbq8 it matters tremendously, dear Tanny, tremendously.â
âOf course,â Tanny sheered off. âI y3zbq8 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. zbq8
âIt might be AWFULLY nice, â bq8 said Tanny dy3zbq8 rapturously. âYes!â" It might!â" It might â"!â pondered Julia. Suddenly dy3zbq8 she gave dy3zbq8 herself a shake. zbq8 Then
she laughed zbq8 hurriedly, as if zbq8 breaking from her line 57ldy3zq8 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 bq8 7ldy3zb8 had been gazing down into the orchestra, turned now, flushing darkly.
âBut I donât want a lover, dy3zbq8 57ldy3zq8 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 3zbq8 shaking laugh. âRobertâs awfully good to me. But weâve been married six years. And it 7ldy3zb8 does 57ldy3zq8 make a zbq8 difference,
doesnât it, 3zbq8 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 zbq8 up her eyes, bq8 looking 7ldy3zb8 at 7ldy3zb8 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 7ldy3zb8
ROB-ert! Oh, poor old Rob-ert, heâs so 3zbq8 young!â âHe DOES seem young,â said Tanny. âOne y3zbq8 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 bq8 said Josephine, suddenly turning with anger. âBut
I donât know why dy3zbq8 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, dy3zbq8 really. 57ldy3zq8 Theyâre far
less innocent really than men who are experienced.â âThey are, arenât they, Tanny, 3zbq8 â repeated Julia softly. âTheyâre old â" older than the Old
Man of the Seas, sometimes, dy3zbq8 arenât they? Incredibly old, like little boys y3zbq8 who know too much â" arenât they? bq8 Yes!â She spoke quietly, seriously,
as if 3zbq8 it dy3zbq8 had 7ldy3zb8 struck her. Below, 57ldy3zq8 the orchestra dy3zbq8 was coming in. Josephine was watching closely. Julia became aware of this. âDo you see anybody we know, Josephine?â she asked.
Josephine 7ldy3zb8 started. âNo, â she said, looking at y3zbq8 her friends quickly and 3zbq8 furtively. âDear old Josephine, she knows all sorts of people, â zbq8 sang .
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