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"
By
myself
.
"
Evie
gave
her
a
puzzled
glance
.
"
The
play
’
s
a
success
,
isn
’
t
it
?
"
"
Yes
.
Everything
’
s
a
success
.
I
feel
on
the
top
of
the
world
.
I
feel
like
a
million
dollars
.
I
want
to
be
alone
and
enjoy
myself
.
Ring
up
the
Berkeley
and
tell
them
to
keep
a
table
for
one
in
the
little
room
.
They
’
ll
know
what
I
mean
.
"
"
What
’
s
the
matter
with
you
?
"
"
I
shall
never
in
all
my
life
have
another
moment
like
this
.
I
’
m
not
going
to
share
it
with
anyone
.
"
When
Julia
had
got
her
face
clean
she
left
it
.
She
neither
painted
her
lips
nor
rouged
her
cheeks
.
She
put
on
again
the
brown
coat
and
skirt
in
which
she
had
come
to
the
theatre
and
the
same
hat
.
It
was
a
felt
hat
with
a
brim
,
and
this
she
pulled
down
over
one
eye
so
that
it
should
hide
as
much
of
her
face
as
possible
.
When
she
was
ready
she
looked
at
herself
in
the
glass
.
"
I
look
like
a
working
dressmaker
whose
husband
’
s
left
her
,
and
who
can
blame
him
?
I
don
’
t
believe
a
soul
would
recognize
me
.
"
Evie
had
had
the
telephoning
done
from
the
stage
-
door
,
and
when
she
came
back
Julia
asked
her
if
there
were
many
people
waiting
for
her
there
.
"
About
three
’
undred
I
should
say
.
"
