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"
You
’
re
hard
,
"
she
said
plaintively
.
She
was
beginning
to
feel
more
and
more
like
Hamlet
’
s
mother
.
"
Don
’
t
you
love
me
?
"
"
I
might
if
I
could
find
you
.
But
where
are
you
?
If
one
stripped
you
of
your
exhibitionism
,
if
one
took
your
technique
away
from
you
,
if
one
peeled
you
as
one
peels
an
onion
of
skin
after
skin
of
pretence
and
insincerity
,
of
tags
of
old
parts
and
shreds
of
faked
emotions
,
would
one
come
upon
a
soul
at
last
?
"
He
looked
at
her
with
his
grave
sad
eyes
and
then
he
smiled
a
little
.
"
I
like
you
all
right
.
"
"
Do
you
believe
I
love
you
?
"
"
In
your
way
.
"
Julia
’
s
face
was
suddenly
discomposed
.
"
If
you
only
knew
the
agony
I
suffered
when
you
were
ill
!
I
don
’
t
know
what
I
should
have
done
if
you
’
d
died
!
"
"
You
would
have
given
a
beautiful
performance
of
a
bereaved
mother
at
the
bier
of
her
only
child
.
"
Not
nearly
such
a
good
performance
as
if
I
’
d
had
the
opportunity
of
rehearsing
it
a
few
times
,
"
Julia
answered
tartly
.
"
You
see
,
what
you
don
’
t
understand
is
that
acting
isn
’
t
nature
;
it
’
s
art
,
and
art
is
something
you
create
.
Real
grief
is
ugly
;
the
business
of
the
actor
is
to
represent
it
not
only
with
truth
but
with
beauty
.
If
I
were
really
dying
as
I
’
ve
died
in
half
a
dozen
plays
,
d
’
you
think
I
’
d
care
whether
my
gestures
were
graceful
and
my
faltering
words
distinct
enough
to
carry
to
the
last
row
of
the
gallery
?
If
it
’
s
a
sham
it
’
s
no
more
a
sham
than
a
sonata
of
Beethoven
’
s
,
and
I
’
m
no
more
of
a
sham
than
the
pianist
who
plays
it
.
It
’
s
cruel
to
say
that
I
’
m
not
fond
of
you
.
I
’
m
devoted
to
you
.
You
’
ve
been
the
only
thing
in
my
life
.
"
"
No
.
You
were
fond
of
me
when
I
was
a
kid
and
you
could
have
me
photographed
with
you
.
It
made
a
lovely
picture
and
it
was
fine
publicity
.
But
since
then
you
haven
’
t
bothered
much
about
me
.
I
’
ve
bored
you
rather
than
otherwise
.
You
were
always
glad
to
see
me
,
but
you
were
thankful
that
I
went
my
own
way
and
didn
’
t
want
to
take
up
your
time
.
I
don
’
t
blame
you
;
you
hadn
’
t
got
time
in
your
life
for
anyone
but
yourself
.
"
Julia
was
beginning
to
grow
a
trifle
impatient
.
He
was
getting
too
near
the
truth
for
her
comfort
.
