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ance. There were interesting people among them. You must
do not
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know that I/consider myself above all people who are bodily
dressed. It is'nt that; there is something in their
manner,in their make-up, that makes one nervous.
MARGARET: That is nothing to be made light of.
CLEMENS: Now don't be offended, dear. I have already
said they were interesting people. But I shall never under-
stand how a woman like you could have felt at home with
them for any length of time.
MARGARET: You forget one thing, my dear; that in a
certain sense I belong to them, or at least did belong
to them.
CLEMENS: Oh, please don't - -
MARGARET: They were artiste.
CLEMENS: Hoppily, we are again on the subject.
HARGARET: Yes, and it is my overlasting regret that
you are not with me.
KLEMENS: Not with you? I could be with you alright!
You know what bothers me about your writings, and you know
it is something very personal.
MARGARET: There are women in similar circumstances
who would have done worse than write pretty.