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 : Yes. You don’t remember me?



[''He moves to her, makes a movement as though to kiss her, and is arrested suddenly. His arms drop to his side''.

Forgive me, I

(bitterly) : You can’t kiss a stranger.

(looking around) : It’s all so different here. This room everything.

You used to like my taste.

Why, yes it’s charming. It used to be in tapestry. That’s a new piano.

A Steinway. You gave it me.

You play?


 * Yes a little.

Do you still?

Won’t you sit down, Chris. You look tired.

(sitting) : Kitty you must forgive me. I it’s not my fault.



(sitting beside him) : Of course not, Chris. You mustn’t worry.



You added to the house altered it.

I noticed it. It’s all rather rightening [sic].