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"
But
so
soon
.
So
soon
.
It
makes
me
feel
so
old
.
"
"
Not
you
,
darling
.
Age
cannot
wither
her
,
nor
custom
stale
her
infinite
variety
.
"
She
giggled
through
her
tears
.
"
You
fool
,
Roger
,
d
’
you
think
Cleopatra
would
have
liked
what
that
silly
old
donkey
said
of
her
?
You
might
have
waited
a
little
longer
.
"
"
It
’
s
just
as
well
I
didn
’
t
.
I
know
all
about
it
now
.
To
tell
you
the
truth
I
think
it
’
s
rather
disgusting
.
"
She
sighed
deeply
.
It
was
a
comfort
to
feel
him
holding
her
so
tenderly
.
But
she
felt
terribly
sorry
for
herself
.
"
You
’
re
not
angry
with
me
,
darling
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Angry
?
No
.
But
if
it
had
to
come
I
wish
it
hadn
’
t
been
quite
so
matter
of
fact
.
You
talk
as
though
it
had
just
been
a
rather
curious
experiment
.
"
"
I
suppose
it
was
in
a
way
.
"
She
gave
him
a
little
smile
.
