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Page 32
_Morris_.
Well, it's strange,
My God, it's strange. A girl goes through the world
Like a white sail over the sea, a being
Woven so fine and lissom that her life
Is but the urging spirit on its journey,
And held by her in shape and attitude.
And all she's here for is that you may clutch
Her spirit in the love of a mating beast!
_Hamish_.
Why, she has fifty lovers if she has one,
And fifty's few for her.
_Morris_.
I'm going out.
If the night does me good, I'll come back here
Maybe, and walk home with you.
_Hamish_.
O don't bother.
If I want spirit, it will be for drinking.
[MORRIS _goes out_.
Spirit or no, drinking's better than talking.
Who was the sickly fellow to invent
That crazy notion spirit, now, I wonder?
But who'd have thought a burly lout like Morris
Would join the brabble? Sure he'll have in him
A pint more blood than I have; and he's all
For loving girls with words, three yards away!
JEAN _comes in_.
_Jean_.
Alone, my boy? Who was your handsome friend?
_Hamish_.
Whoever he was he's gone. But I'm still here.
_Jean_.
O yes, you're here; you're always here.
_Hamish_.
Of course,
And you know why.
_Jean_.
Do I? I've forgotten.
_Hamish_.
Jean, how can you say that? O how can you?
_Jean_.
Now don't begin to pity yourself, please.
_Hamish_.
Ah, I am learning now; it's truth they talk.
You would undo the skill of a spider's web
And take the inches of it in one line,
More easily than know a woman's thought.
I'm ugly on a sudden?
_Jean_.
The queer thing
About you men is that you will have women
Love in the way you do. But now learn this;
We don't love fellows for their skins; we want
Something to wonder at in the way they love.
A chap may be as rough as brick, if you like,
Yes, or a mannikin and grow a tail,--
If he's the spunk in him to love a girl
Mainly and heartily, he's the man for her.--
My soul, I've done with all you pretty men;
I want to stand in a thing as big as a wind;
And I can only get your paper fans!
_Hamish_.
You've done with me? You wicked Jean! You'll dare
To throw me off like this? After you've made,
O, made my whole heart love you?
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