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"
Don
’
t
be
so
silly
.
"
"
What
is
there
silly
about
it
?
Don
’
t
you
think
we
’
ve
been
divorced
long
enough
?
"
"
I
’
m
all
for
irrevocable
divorce
.
And
what
about
Avice
?
"
"
Oh
,
she
’
s
different
.
Come
on
.
"
"
Has
it
slipped
your
memory
that
I
’
ve
got
a
first
night
tonight
?
"
"
There
’
s
plenty
of
time
.
"
He
put
both
arms
round
her
and
kissed
her
softly
.
She
looked
at
him
with
mocking
eyes
.
Suddenly
she
made
up
her
mind
.
"
All
right
.
"
They
got
up
and
went
into
the
bedroom
.
She
took
off
her
hat
and
slipped
out
of
her
dress
.
He
held
her
in
his
arms
as
he
had
held
her
so
often
before
.
He
kissed
her
closed
eyes
and
the
little
breasts
of
which
she
was
so
proud
.
She
gave
him
her
body
to
do
what
he
wanted
with
but
her
spirit
held
aloof
.
She
returned
his
kisses
out
of
amiability
,
but
she
caught
herself
thinking
of
the
part
she
was
going
to
play
that
night
.
She
seemed
to
be
two
persons
,
the
mistress
in
her
lover
’
s
embrace
,
and
the
actress
who
already
saw
in
her
mind
’
s
eye
the
vast
vague
dark
audience
and
heard
the
shouts
of
applause
as
she
stepped
on
to
the
stage
.
When
,
a
little
later
,
they
lay
side
by
side
,
he
with
his
arm
round
her
neck
,
she
forgot
about
him
so
completely
that
she
was
quite
surprised
when
he
broke
a
long
silence
.
