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Page 94
[_Faintly._] Oh!
SOPHY.
Aren't you glad?
MURIEL.
Glad!
SOPHY.
Why, you were certain that the word or two I'd overheard meant nothing
wrong.
MURIEL.
I said so.
SOPHY.
Said so!
MURIEL.
[_Turning to her with clenched hands._] Yes, but at the same time you
put the dreadful idea into my head, Sophy, and I've not been able to
dismiss it for one moment since.
SOPHY.
[_Under her breath._] Oh!
[_Sitting._
MURIEL.
[_Lifting her veil._] There! you can see what I've been going through.
SOPHY.
[_Looking at her._] I'm so sorry.
MURIEL.
[_Looking at_ SOPHY.] _You_ look rather washed out too. Haven't you
slept, either?
SOPHY.
[_Turning her head away._] Not over well. [_Falteringly._] Then, after
all, it would have been better if I _had_ spied on her?
MURIEL.
Anything--even that--would have been preferable to this uncertainty.
SOPHY.
[_To herself, her jaw falling._] Oh--!
MURIEL.
[_Looking towards the window._] Has _he_ arrived?
SOPHY.
Yes. [MURIEL _rises, then_ SOPHY.
MURIEL.
[_Producing, from her pocket, a jeweller's case and showing it to_
SOPHY.] Do you like this? I've just bought it, over the way, at
Gressier's.
SOPHY.
For Captain Bastling?
MURIEL.
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