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"
The
play
’
e
was
talkin
’
to
you
abaht
.
"
"
He
’
s
clever
.
Of
course
he
’
s
young
.
"
Evie
was
looking
down
at
the
dressing
-
table
.
Julia
liked
everything
always
to
be
in
the
same
place
,
and
if
a
pot
of
grease
or
her
eyeblack
was
not
exactly
where
it
should
be
made
a
scene
.
"
Where
’
s
your
comb
?
"
He
had
used
it
to
comb
his
hair
and
had
carelessly
placed
it
on
the
tea
-
table
.
When
Evie
caught
sight
of
it
she
stared
at
it
for
a
moment
reflectively
.
"
How
on
earth
did
it
get
there
?
"
cried
Julia
lightly
.
"
I
was
just
wondering
.
"
It
gave
Julia
a
nasty
turn
.
Of
course
it
was
madness
to
do
that
sort
of
thing
in
the
dressing
-
room
.
Why
,
there
wasn
’
t
even
a
key
in
the
lock
.
Evie
kept
it
.
All
the
same
the
risk
had
given
it
a
spice
.
It
was
fun
to
think
that
she
could
be
so
crazy
.
At
all
events
they
’
d
made
a
date
now
.
Tom
,
she
’
d
asked
him
what
they
called
him
at
home
and
he
said
Thomas
,
she
really
couldn
’
t
call
him
that
,
Tom
wanted
to
take
her
to
supper
somewhere
so
that
they
could
dance
,
and
it
happened
that
Michael
was
going
up
to
Cambridge
for
a
night
to
rehearse
a
series
of
one
-
act
plays
written
by
undergraduates
.
They
would
be
able
to
spend
hours
together
.
"
You
can
get
back
with
the
milk
,
"
*
he
’
d
said
.
