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"
God
,
I
’
ve
worked
for
it
,
"
thought
Julia
,
but
aloud
said
:
"
How
d
’
you
know
?
"
"
Oh
,
I
can
see
it
.
Father
told
me
you
were
very
ladylike
,
and
not
a
bit
like
an
actress
,
and
mother
says
you
’
re
so
sensible
.
"
Julia
looked
down
as
though
the
extravagance
of
these
compliments
was
almost
more
than
she
could
bear
.
Michael
came
over
and
stood
in
front
of
her
.
The
thought
occurred
to
her
that
he
looked
like
a
handsome
young
footman
*
applying
for
a
situation
.
He
was
strangely
nervous
.
Her
heart
thumped
against
her
ribs
.
"
Julia
dear
,
will
you
marry
me
?
"
For
the
last
week
she
had
asked
herself
whether
or
not
he
was
going
to
propose
to
her
,
and
now
that
he
had
at
last
done
so
,
she
was
strangely
confused
.
"
Michael
!
"
"
Not
immediately
,
I
don
’
t
mean
.
But
when
we
’
ve
got
our
feet
on
the
ladder
.
I
know
that
you
can
act
me
,
off
the
stage
,
but
we
get
on
together
like
a
house
on
fire
,
and
when
we
do
go
into
management
I
think
we
’
d
make
a
pretty
good
team
.
And
you
know
I
do
like
you
most
awfully
.
I
mean
,
I
’
ve
never
met
anyone
who
’
s
a
patch
on
you
.
"
(
"
The
blasted
fool
,
why
does
he
talk
all
that
rot
?
Doesn
’
t
he
know
I
’
m
crazy
to
marry
him
?
Why
doesn
’
t
he
kiss
me
,
kiss
me
,
kiss
me
?
I
wonder
if
I
dare
tell
him
I
’
m
absolutely
sick
with
love
for
him
.
"
)
"
Michael
,
you
’
re
so
handsome
.
No
one
could
refuse
to
marry
you
!
"
"
Darling
!
"
