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Gil: I did not. I only copied them before mailing. I did'nt
want to lose them. There are some in my book which you
did'nt oven get. They were, in my opinion, too beautiful
for you. You would'nt have understood them at all.
Marg: Merciful Heavens; If this is so--(turning the leaves of
Gilbert's book) Yes, Yes, it is so. Why, it's just
like tolling the world that we two--Merciful Heavens!
(feverishly turning the leaves ) Is the letter you
sent me on the morning after the first night also....
Surely. That one was—dazzling.
Gil:
This is herrbile. Why this is going to create a
Marg:
European sensation. And Clement--My God; I'm beginning
to hope that he will not come back. I am ruinedj And
you along with me. Wherever you are, he'll be sure to
find you and blow your brain out like a mad dog.
(packeting his book) Insipid comparison;
Gil,
How did you hit upon such an insane idea? To published
Marg:
the correspondence of a woman whom, in all Sincerity,
you professed to have loved! Oh, you’re a gentleman.
Quite charming. Have'nt you done the same?
Gil:
1’m a woman,
Marg:
Do you take refuse in that now?
Gil:
Oh, it's true. I have nothing to repmbach you with. We
Marg:
were made for one another. Yes, Clement was right. We're
worse tham those women who appear in flesh-colored tights.
Our most sacred feelings, our pangs -- everything--
we make copy of everything: P.Fui1 Pfuil It's sickening.
We two belong to one another. Clement would only be doing
the right thing if he drève me away. (suddenly) Came
Amandus.
What is it?
Gil.
1 accept your proposal.
Marg:
What proposal?
Gil: