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If
I
'd
been
your
wife
,
I
'd
have
told
you
to
go
pee
up
a
rope
,
but
I
'll
bet
she
never
did
,
did
she
?
"
His
lips
quivered
.
"
No
,
poor
Annelise
.
She
was
the
martyr
kind
,
so
her
weapons
were
not
nearly
so
direct
or
so
deliciously
expressed
.
I
wish
they
made
Australian
films
,
so
I
knew
your
vernacular
.
The
'
Yes
,
dear
'
bit
I
got
,
but
I
have
no
idea
what
hard
cheese
is
.
"
"
Tough
luck
,
sort
of
,
but
it
's
more
unsympathetic
.
"
Her
broad
toes
clung
like
strong
fingers
to
the
inside
of
the
fountain
wall
,
she
teetered
precariously
backward
and
righted
herself
easily
.
"
Well
,
you
were
kind
to
her
in
the
end
.
You
got
rid
of
her
.
She
's
far
better
off
without
you
,
though
she
probably
does
n't
think
so
.
Whereas
I
can
keep
you
,
because
I
'll
never
let
you
get
under
my
skin
.
"
"
Hard-boiled
.
You
really
are
,
Justine
.
And
how
did
you
find
out
these
things
about
me
?
"
"
I
asked
Dane
.
Naturally
,
being
Dane
he
just
gave
me
the
bare
facts
,
but
I
deduced
the
rest
.
"
"
From
your
enormous
store
of
past
experience
,
no
doubt
.
What
a
fraud
you
are
!
They
say
you
're
a
very
good
actress
,
but
I
find
that
incredible
.
How
do
you
manage
to
counterfeit
emotions
you
can
never
have
experienced
?
As
a
person
you
're
more
emotionally
backward
than
most
fifteen-year-olds
.
"
She
jumped
down
,
sat
on
the
wall
and
leaned
to
put
her
shoes
on
,
wriggling
her
toes
ruefully
.
"
My
feet
are
swollen
,
dammit
.
"
There
was
no
indication
by
a
reaction
of
rage
or
indignation
that
she
had
even
heard
the
last
part
of
what
he
said
As
if
when
aspersions
or
criticisms
were
leveled
at
her
she
simply
switched
off
an
internal
hearing
aid
.
How
many
there
must
have
been
.
The
miracle
was
that
she
did
n't
hate
Dane
.
"
That
's
a
hard
question
to
answer
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
must
be
able
to
do
it
or
I
would
n't
be
so
good
,
is
n't
that
right
?
But
it
's
like
...
a
waiting
.
My
life
off
the
stage
,
I
mean
.
I
conserve
myself
,
I
ca
n't
spend
it
offstage
.
We
only
have
so
much
to
give
,
do
n't
we
?
And
up
there
I
'm
not
myself
,
or
perhaps
more
correctly
I
'm
a
succession
of
selves
.
We
must
all
be
a
profound
mixture
of
selves
,
do
n't
you
think
?
To
me
,
acting
is
first
and
foremost
intellect
,
and
only
after
that
,
emotion
.
The
one
liberates
the
other
,
and
polishes
it
.
There
's
so
much
more
to
it
than
simply
crying
or
screaming
or
producing
a
convincing
laugh
.
It
's
wonderful
,
you
know
.
Thinking
myself
into
another
self
,
someone
I
might
have
been
,
had
the
circumstances
been
there
.
That
's
the
secret
.
Not
becoming
someone
else
,
but
incorporating
the
role
into
me
as
if
she
was
myself
.
And
so
she
becomes
me
.
"
As
though
her
excitement
was
too
great
to
bear
in
stillness
,
she
jumped
to
her
feet
.
"
Imagine
,
Rain
!
In
twenty
years
'
time
I
'll
be
able
to
say
to
myself
,
I
've
committed
murders
,
I
've
suicided
,
I
've
gone
mad
,
I
've
saved
men
or
ruined
them
.
Oh
!
The
possibilities
are
endless
!
"
"
And
they
will
all
be
you
.
"
He
rose
,
took
her
hand
again
.
"
Yes
,
you
're
quite
right
,
Justine
.
You
ca
n't
spend
it
offstage
.
In
anyone
else
,
I
'd
say
you
would
in
spite
of
that
,
but
being
you
,
I
'm
not
so
sure
.
"
