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ROSALIND
:
(
Sadly
)
I
love
your
hands
,
more
than
anything
.
I
see
them
often
when
you
're
away
from
me
--
so
tired
;
I
know
every
line
of
them
.
Dear
hands
!
(
Their
eyes
meet
for
a
second
and
then
she
begins
to
cry
--
a
tearless
sobbing
.
)
AMORY
:
Rosalind
!
ROSALIND
:
Oh
,
we
're
so
darned
pitiful
!
AMORY
:
Rosalind
!
ROSALIND
:
Oh
,
I
want
to
die
!
AMORY
:
Rosalind
,
another
night
of
this
and
I
'll
go
to
pieces
.
You
've
been
this
way
four
days
now
.
You
've
got
to
be
more
encouraging
or
I
ca
n't
work
or
eat
or
sleep
.
(
He
looks
around
helplessly
as
if
searching
for
new
words
to
clothe
an
old
,
shopworn
phrase
.
)
We
'll
have
to
make
a
start
.
I
like
having
to
make
a
start
together
.
(
His
forced
hopefulness
fades
as
he
sees
her
unresponsive
.
)
What
's
the
matter
?
(
He
gets
up
suddenly
and
starts
to
pace
the
floor
.
)
It
's
Dawson
Ryder
,
that
's
what
it
is
.
He
's
been
working
on
your
nerves
.
You
've
been
with
him
every
afternoon
for
a
week
.
People
come
and
tell
me
they
've
seen
you
together
,
and
I
have
to
smile
and
nod
and
pretend
it
has
n't
the
slightest
significance
for
me
.
And
you
wo
n't
tell
me
anything
as
it
develops
.
ROSALIND
:
Amory
,
if
you
do
n't
sit
down
I
'll
scream
.
AMORY
:
(
Sitting
down
suddenly
beside
her
)
Oh
,
Lord
.
