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           AMORY:(Wildly)Idon’tcare!You’respoilingourlives!

           ROSALIND:I’mdoingthewisething,theonlything.

           AMORY:AreyougoingtomarryDawsonRyder?

           ROSALIND:Oh,don’taskme.YouknowI’moldinsomeways—inothers—well,I’mjustalittlegirl.Ilikesunshineandprettythingsandcheerfulness—andIdreadresponsibility.Idon’twanttothinkaboutpotsandkitchensandbrooms.IwanttoworrywhethermylegswillgetslickandbrownwhenIswiminthesummer.

           AMORY:Andyouloveme.

           ROSALIND:That’sjustwhyithastoend.Driftinghurtstoomuch.Wecan’thaveanymoresceneslikethis.

           (Shedrawshisringfromherfingerandhandsittohim.Theireyesblindagainwithtears.)

           AMORY:(Hislipsagainstherwetcheek)Don’t!Keepit,please—oh,don’tbreakmyheart!

           (Shepressestheringsoftlyintohishand.)

           ROSALIND:(Brokenly)You’dbettergo.

           AMORY:Good-by—

           (Shelooksathimoncemore,withinfinitelonging,infinitesadness.)

           ROSALIND:Don’teverforgetme,Amory—

           AMORY:Good-by—

           (Hegoestothedoor,fumblesfortheknob,findsit—sheseeshimthrowbackhishead—andheisgone.Gone—shehalfstartsfromtheloungeandthensinksforwardonherfaceintothepillows.)

           ROSALIND:Oh,God,Iwanttodie!(Afteramomentsherisesandwithhereyesclosedfeelsherwaytothedoor.Thensheturnsandlooksoncemoreattheroom.Heretheyhadsatanddreamed:thattrayshehadsooftenfilledwithmatchesforhim;thatshadethattheyhaddiscreetlyloweredonelongSundayafternoon