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MR. EMERSON
You love George. You love the boy body and soul, as he loves you.
LUCY HONEYCHURCH
[crying] But of course I do. What did you all think?
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LUCY HONEYCHURCH
[Telling Cecil why she's breaking their engagement] Because you're the sort who can't know anyone intimately, least of all a woman. [Cecil looks taken aback and hurt] Well, I don't mean *exactly* that, but you will go on asking questions!
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CHARLOTTE BARTLETT
I shall never forgive myself.
LUCY HONEYCHURCH
You always say that, Charlotte, but you always do forgive yourself.
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LUCY HONEYCHURCH
Why need mother hear of it?
CHARLOTTE BARTLETT
Well, you tell her everything, don't you?
LUCY HONEYCHURCH
I suppose I do, generally.
CHARLOTTE BARTLETT
There's such a beautiful confidence between you. One would hate to break it. And as I have said before, I am to blame.
LUCY HONEYCHURCH
I wouldn't want mother to think so.
CHARLOTTE BARTLETT
She will think so, if you tell her.
LUCY HONEYCHURCH
I shall never speak of it, either to mother or to anyone.
CHARLOTTE BARTLETT
We will both be as silent as the grave.
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LUCY HONEYCHURCH
Mother doesn't like me playing Beethoven. She says I'm always peevish afterwards.
REVERED BEEBE
Naturally one would be... stirred up.
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CECIL VYSE
You don't love me, evidently. I dare say you're right not to, but... it would help a little, hurt a little less, if I knew why.
LUCY HONEYCHURCH
Because you're the sort who can't know anyone intimately, least of all a woman.
LUCY HONEYCHURCH
Well, I don't mean exactly that, but you will go on asking questions!
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LUCY HONEYCHURCH
How quickly these accidents do happen and then one returns to the old life.
GEORGE EMERSON
I don't. I mean, something's happened to me... and to you.
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CHARLOTTE BARTLETT
This is not at all what we were led to expect.
LUCY HONEYCHURCH
I thought we were going to see the Arno.
CHARLOTTE BARTLETT
The signora distinctly wrote, South rooms, with a view and close together, instead of which she has given us North rooms without a view and a long way apart.
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GEORGE EMERSON
Kiss me, dear. Again.
LUCY HONEYCHURCH
I'm reading.
GEORGE EMERSON
What are you reading?
LUCY HONEYCHURCH
It's from Freddy.
GEORGE EMERSON
What does he say?
LUCY HONEYCHURCH
Silly boy. He thinks he's being dignified. I mean, everybody knew we were going away in the spring.
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FREDDY HONEYCHURCH
Why does she look like that?
LUCY HONEYCHURCH
Like what?
FREDDY HONEYCHURCH
[imitating Charlotte] Like Charlotte Bartlett.
LUCY HONEYCHURCH
Because, she *is* Charlotte Bartlett.