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You don't notice it till afterwards—when the excitement is over

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[In a drowsy tone.] Just so. I will lie and close my eyes. [A short pause.

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[With sudden impatience.] Ugh, Rubek—how can you endure to sit there listening to these children's screams! And to watch all the capers they are cutting, too!

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There is something harmonious—almost like music—in their movements, now and then; amid all the clumsiness. And it amuses me to sit and watch for these isolated moments—when they come.

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[With a somewhat scornful laugh.] Yes, you are always, always an artist.

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And I propose to remain one.

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[''Lying on her side, so that her back is turned to him.''] There's not a bit of the artist about him.