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She
gave
a
low
,
rather
hoarse
chuckle
,
that
chuckle
which
so
delighted
audiences
.
"
Don
’
t
be
so
silly
.
Oh
lord
,
there
’
s
my
bath
running
.
I
must
go
and
have
it
.
Good
-
bye
,
my
sweet
.
"
She
put
down
the
receiver
.
The
sound
of
his
voice
!
The
pain
in
her
heart
was
unendurable
.
Sitting
up
in
her
bed
she
rocked
to
and
fro
in
an
agony
.
"
What
shall
I
do
?
What
shall
I
do
?
"
She
had
thought
she
was
getting
over
it
,
and
now
that
brief
,
silly
conversation
had
shown
her
that
she
loved
him
as
much
as
ever
.
She
wanted
him
.
She
missed
him
every
minute
of
the
day
.
She
could
not
do
without
him
.
"
I
shall
never
get
over
it
,
"
she
moaned
.
Once
again
the
theatre
was
her
only
refuge
.
By
an
ironic
chance
the
great
scene
of
the
play
in
which
she
was
then
acting
,
the
scene
to
which
the
play
owed
its
success
,
showed
the
parting
of
two
lovers
.
It
was
true
that
they
parted
from
a
sense
of
duty
;
and
Julia
,
in
the
play
,
sacrificed
her
love
,
her
hopes
of
happiness
,
all
that
she
held
dear
,
to
an
ideal
of
uprightness
.
It
was
a
scene
that
had
appealed
to
her
from
the
beginning
.
She
was
wonderfully
moving
in
it
.
She
put
into
it
now
all
the
agony
of
her
spirit
;
it
was
no
longer
the
broken
heart
of
a
character
that
she
portrayed
but
her
own
.
In
ordinary
life
she
tried
to
stifle
a
passion
that
she
knew
very
well
was
ridiculous
,
a
love
that
was
unworthy
of
the
woman
she
was
,
and
she
steeled
herself
to
think
as
little
as
possible
of
the
wretched
boy
who
had
wrought
such
havoc
with
her
;
but
when
she
came
to
this
scene
she
let
herself
go
.
She
gave
free
rein
to
her
anguish
.
She
was
hopeless
with
her
own
loss
,
and
the
love
she
poured
out
on
the
man
who
was
playing
opposite
to
her
was
the
love
she
still
felt
,
the
passionate
,
devouring
love
,
for
Tom
.
The
prospect
of
the
empty
life
that
confronted
the
woman
of
the
play
was
the
prospect
of
her
own
empty
life
.
There
was
at
least
that
solace
,
she
felt
she
had
never
played
so
magnificently
.
"
My
God
,
it
’
s
almost
worth
while
to
suffer
so
frightfully
to
give
such
a
performance
.
"
She
had
never
put
more
of
herself
into
a
part
.
