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 in the other were Kitty and I, in bright dresses, walking through the garden just as we are for always. There’s nothing more to us than what you see. He looked into Margaret’s crystal for a long time, and gave just a glance at ours before he put out his hand for hers  and his sleeve caught our ball and sent it on to the floor, shivered into a thousand pieces. The old man went on smiling, just the same no more interested in us than in the bare-armed woman next door.











Nobody cares.



It’s how I see it. That’s all.

[ announces: “Mrs. Grey.”? comes in.

(They shake hands.) You know my cousin, I think?

He was here the first time. I left my hat and coat in the