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"
But
,
darling
,
that
was
acting
.
If
an
actress
felt
the
emotions
she
represented
she
’
d
tear
herself
to
pieces
.
I
remember
the
scene
well
.
It
used
to
bring
down
the
house
.
I
’
ve
never
heard
such
applause
in
my
life
.
"
"
I
suppose
I
was
a
fool
to
be
taken
in
by
it
.
I
believed
you
meant
what
you
said
.
When
I
saw
that
it
was
all
pretence
it
smashed
something
.
I
’
ve
never
believed
in
you
since
.
I
’
d
been
made
a
fool
of
once
;
I
made
up
my
mind
that
I
wouldn
’
t
ever
be
made
a
fool
of
again
.
"
She
gave
him
her
delightful
and
disarming
smile
.
"
Darling
,
I
think
you
’
re
talking
nonsense
.
"
"
Of
course
you
do
.
You
don
’
t
know
the
difference
between
truth
and
make
-
believe
.
You
never
stop
acting
.
It
’
s
second
nature
to
you
.
You
act
when
there
’
s
a
party
here
.
You
act
to
the
servants
,
you
act
to
father
,
you
act
to
me
.
To
me
you
act
the
part
of
the
fond
,
indulgent
,
celebrated
mother
.
You
don
’
t
exist
,
you
’
re
only
the
innumerable
parts
you
’
ve
played
.
I
’
ve
often
wondered
if
there
was
ever
a
you
or
if
you
were
never
anything
more
than
a
vehicle
for
all
these
other
people
that
you
’
ve
pretended
to
be
.
When
I
’
ve
seen
you
go
into
an
empty
room
I
’
ve
sometimes
wanted
to
open
the
door
suddenly
,
but
I
’
ve
been
afraid
to
in
case
I
found
nobody
there
.
"
She
looked
up
at
him
quickly
.
She
shivered
,
for
what
he
said
gave
her
an
eerie
sensation
.
She
listened
to
him
attentively
,
with
a
certain
anxiety
,
for
he
was
so
serious
that
she
felt
he
was
expressing
something
that
had
burdened
him
for
years
.
She
had
never
in
his
whole
life
heard
him
talk
so
much
.
"
D
’
you
think
I
’
m
only
sham
?
"
"
Not
quite
.
Because
sham
is
all
you
are
.
Sham
is
your
truth
.
Just
as
margarine
is
butter
to
people
who
don
’
t
know
what
butter
is
.
"
She
had
a
vague
feeling
of
guilt
.
The
Queen
in
Hamlet
:
"
And
let
me
wring
your
heart
;
for
so
I
shall
,
if
be
made
of
penetrable
stuff
.
"
Her
thoughts
wandered
.
