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134 : Why?


 * I see all the pictures are off the walls.


 * Why, we never have pictures in this room.


 * Odd, I never heard of a room without pictures or tapestry or panelling or something.


 * There's not even any furniture in here.


 * What a strange house!


 * It depend on the angle you see it from.


 * (Sentimentally) It's so nice talking to you like this—when you're merely a voice. I'm rather glad I can't see you.


 * (Gratefully) So am I.


 * What color are you wearing?


 * (After a critical survey of her shoulders) Why, I guess it's a sort of pinkish white.


 * Is it becoming to you?


 * Very. It's—it's old. I've had it for a long while.


 * I thought you hated old clothes.


 * I do but this was a birthday present and I sort of have to wear it.


 * Pinkish-white. Well I'll bet it's divine. Is it in style?


 * Quite. It's very simple, standard model.


 * What a voice you have! How it echoes! Sometimes I shut my eyes and seem to see you in a far desert island calling for me. And I plunge toward you through the surf, hearing you call as you stand there, water stretching on both sides of you—


 * What was that? Did I dream it?


 * Yes. You're—you're very poetic, aren't you?