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           Sheisdressedinathreequarterivorygown,fringedroundthehemwithtasselledselvedge,andcoolsherselfflirtingablackhornfanlikeMinnieHauckinCarmen.Onherlefthandareweddingandkeeperrings.Hereyesaredeeplycarboned.Shehasasproutingmoustache.Herolivefaceisheavy,slightlysweatedandfullnosedwithorangetaintednostrils.Shehaslargependantberyleardrops.)

           BELLA:Myword!I’mallofamucksweat.

           (Sheglancesroundheratthecouples.ThenhereyesrestonBloomwithhardinsistence.Herlargefanwinnowswindtowardsherheatedfaceneckandembonpoint.Herfalconeyesglitter.)

           THEFAN:(Flirtingquickly,thenslowly.)Married,Isee.

           BLOOM:Yes.Partly,Ihavemislaid...

           THEFAN:(Halfopening,thenclosing.)Andthemissusismaster.Petticoatgovernment.

           BLOOM:(Looksdownwithasheepishgrin.)Thatisso.

           THEFAN:(Foldingtogether,restsagainstherlefteardrop.)Haveyouforgottenme?

           BLOOM:Nes.Yo.

           THEFAN:(Foldedakimboagainstherwaist.)Ismeherwasyoudreamedbefore?Wasthenshehimyouussinceknew?Amallthemandthesamenowwe?

           (Bellaapproaches,gentlytappingwiththefan.)

           BLOOM:(Wincing.)Powerfulbeing.Inmyeyesreadthatslumberwhichwomenlove.

           THEFAN:(Tapping.)Wehavemet.Youaremine.Itisfate.

           BLOOM:(Cowed.)Exuberantfemale.EnormouslyIdesiderateyourdomination.Iamexhausted,abandoned,nomoreyoung.Istand,sotospeak,withanunpostedletterbearingtheextraregulationfeebeforethetoolateboxofthegeneralpostofficeofhumanlife.