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114 you wrote or sent papers or books to Dick. And I like you still, Robert. [Looking into his eyes.] I never forgot you.

Nor I you. I knew I would see you again. I knew it the night you went away—that you would come back. And that was why I wrote and worked to see you again—here.

And here I am. You were right.

[Slowly.] Nine years. Nine times more beautiful!

[Smiling.] But am I? What do you see in me?

[Gazing at her.] A strange and beautiful lady.

[Almost disgusted.] O, please don't call me such a thing!

[Earnestly.] You are more. A young and beautiful queen.

[With a sudden laugh.] O, Robert!

[Lowering his voice and bending nearer to her.] But do you not know that you are a beautiful human being? Do you not know that you have a beautiful body? Beautiful and young?

[Gravely.] Some day I will be old.