What Every Woman Knows by J. M. (James Matthew) Barrie
page 93 of 143 (65%)
page 93 of 143 (65%)
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[She is being brutally treated by the dear impediment, for which hiccough is such an inadequate name that even to spell it is an abomination though a sign of ability. How to describe a sound that is noiseless? Let us put it thus, that when SYBIL wants to say something very much there are little obstacles in her way; she falters, falls perhaps once, and then is over, the while her appealing orbs beg you not to be angry with her. We may express those sweet pauses in precious dots, which some clever person can afterwards string together and make a pearl necklace of them.] SYBIL. I should not ... let you say it, ... but ... you ... say it so beautifully. JOHN. You must have guessed. SYBIL. I dreamed ... I feared ... but you were ... Scotch, and I didn't know what to think. JOHN. Do you know what first attracted me to you, Sybil? It was your insolence. I thought, 'I'll break her insolence for her.' SYBIL. And I thought... 'I'll break his str...ength!' JOHN. And now your cooing voice plays round me; the softness of you, Sybil, in your pretty clothes makes me think of young birds. [The impediment is now insurmountable; she has to swim for it, she swims toward him.] It is you who inspire my work. [He thrills to find that she can be touched without breaking.] |
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