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(
She
presses
the
ring
softly
into
his
hand
.
)
ROSALIND
:
(
Brokenly
)
You
'd
better
go
.
AMORY
:
Good-by
--
(
She
looks
at
him
once
more
,
with
infinite
longing
,
infinite
sadness
.
)
ROSALIND
:
Do
n't
ever
forget
me
,
Amory
--
AMORY
:
Good-by
--
(
He
goes
to
the
door
,
fumbles
for
the
knob
,
finds
it
--
she
sees
him
throw
back
his
head
--
and
he
is
gone
.
Gone
--
she
half
starts
from
the
lounge
and
then
sinks
forward
on
her
face
into
the
pillows
.
)
ROSALIND
:
Oh
,
God
,
I
want
to
die
!
(
After
a
moment
she
rises
and
with
her
eyes
closed
feels
her
way
to
the
door
.
Then
she
turns
and
looks
once
more
at
the
room
.
Here
they
had
sat
and
dreamed
:
that
tray
she
had
so
often
filled
with
matches
for
him
;
that
shade
that
they
had
discreetly
lowered
one
long
Sunday
afternoon
Misty-eyed
she
stands
and
remembers
;
she
speaks
aloud
.
)
Oh
,
Amory
,
what
have
I
done
to
you
?
(
And
deep
under
the
aching
sadness
that
will
pass
in
time
,
Rosalind
feels
that
she
has
lost
something
,
she
knows
not
what
,
she
knows
not
why
.
)
