Alice Sit-By-The-Fire by J. M. (James Matthew) Barrie
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'She wasn't absolutely love-maddened, Ginevra; she really loved her
husband best all the time.' 'Not till the last act, darling.' 'Please don't say it, Ginevra. She was most foolish, especially in the crepe de chine, but _we_ know that she only went to the man's chambers to get back her letters. How I trembled for her then.' 'I was strangely calm,' says Ginevra the stony hearted. 'Oh, Ginevra, I had such a presentiment that the husband would call at those chambers while she was there. And he did. Ginevra, you remember his knock upon the door. Surely you trembled then?' Ginevra knits her lips triumphantly. 'Not even then, Amy. Somehow I felt sure that in the nick of time her lady friend would step out from somewhere and say that the letters were _hers_.' 'Nobly compromising herself, Ginevra.' 'Amy, how I love that bit where she says so unexpectedly, with noble self-renunciation, "He is my affianced husband."' 'Isn't it glorious. Strange, Ginevra, that it happened in each play.' 'That was because we always went to the thinking theatres, Amy. Real plays are always about a lady and two men; and alas, only one of them |
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