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Alice Sit-By-The-Fire

Creator: Barrie, J. M. (James Matthew), 1860-1937
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STEVE, glancing in a mirror to make sure he is still the same person, 'You _look_ a nice girl but dash it all. Whom can you be taking me for? Tell me some more about myself.' AMY. Please desist. I know everything, and in a way I am sorry for you. All these years you have kept the marriage a secret, for she is a horrid sort of woman, and now she has come back to blackmail you. That, however, is not my affair.' STEVE, with unexpected power of irony, 'Oh, I wouldn't say that.' AMY. 'I do say it, Mr. Stephen Rollo. I shall keep your secret--' STEVE. 'Ought you?' AMY. '--on one condition, and on one condition only, that you return me the letters.' STEVE. 'The letters?' AMY. 'The letters.' Steve walks the length of his room, regarding her sideways. STEVE. 'Look here, honestly I don't know what you are talking about.
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THE SISTERS By Georg Ebers Volume 1. Translated from the German by Clara Bell DEDICATION TO HERR EDUARD von HALLBERGER Allow me, my dear friend, to dedicate these pages to you. I present them to you at the close of a period of twenty years during which a warm and fast friendship has subsisted between us, unbroken by any disagreement. Four of my works have first seen the light under your care and have wandered all over the world under the protection of your name. This, my fifth book, I desire to make especially your own; it was partly written
You know, I could be angry with you, but I feel sure you are sincere.' AMY. 'Indeed I am.' STEVE. 'Well, then, I assure you on my word of honour that no lady was dining with me this evening, and that I have no wife.' AMY, blankly, 'No wife! You are sure? Oh, think.' STEVE. 'I swear it.' AMY. 'I am very sorry.' She sinks dispiritedly into a chair. STEVE. 'Sorry I have no wife?' She nods through her tears. 'Don't cry. How could my having a wife be a boon to you?' AMY, plaintively, 'It would have put you in the hollow of my hands.' STEVE, idiotically, 'And they are nice hands, too.' AMY, with a consciousness that he might once upon a time have been saved by a good woman, 'I suppose that is how you got round her.' STEVE, stamping his foot, 'Haven't I told you that she doesn't exist?' AMY. 'I don't mean her--I mean her--'