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"
I
think
it
’
s
much
better
that
we
shouldn
’
t
meet
again
.
"
Julia
was
growing
desperate
.
"
But
I
love
you
,
Tom
.
I
love
you
.
Let
me
see
you
once
more
and
then
,
if
you
’
re
still
angry
with
me
,
we
’
ll
call
it
a
day
.
"
There
was
a
long
pause
before
he
answered
.
"
All
right
.
I
’
ll
come
after
the
matinee
on
Wednesday
.
"
"
Don
’
t
think
unkindly
of
me
,
Tom
.
"
She
put
down
the
receiver
.
At
all
events
he
was
coming
.
She
wrapped
up
again
the
things
he
had
returned
to
her
,
and
hid
them
away
where
she
was
pretty
sure
Evie
would
not
see
them
.
She
undressed
,
put
on
her
old
pink
dressing
-
gown
and
began
to
make
-
up
.
She
was
out
of
humour
:
this
was
the
first
time
she
had
ever
told
him
that
she
loved
him
.
It
vexed
her
that
she
had
been
forced
to
humiliate
herself
by
begging
him
to
come
and
see
her
.
Till
then
it
had
always
been
he
who
sought
her
company
.
She
was
not
pleased
to
think
that
the
situation
between
them
now
was
openly
reversed
.
Julia
gave
a
very
poor
performance
at
the
matinee
on
Wednesday
.
The
heat
wave
had
affected
business
and
the
house
was
apathetic
.
Julia
was
indifferent
.
With
that
sickness
of
apprehension
gnawing
at
her
heart
she
could
not
care
how
the
play
went
.
(
"
What
the
hell
do
they
want
to
come
to
the
theatre
for
on
a
day
like
this
anyway
?
"
)
She
was
glad
when
it
was
over
.
"
I
’
m
expecting
Mr
.
Fennell
,
"
she
told
Evie
.
"
While
he
’
s
here
I
don
’
t
want
to
be
disturbed
.
"
