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Do you?
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Were those a gift?
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Yes.
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I came across them quite by chance.
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They're just cheap little beads.
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But they have a value for you
that this does not?
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He said they were the color of my eyes.
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They are, aren't they?
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Oh, Margaret.
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Isn't there something morbid
in burying one's heart with the dead?
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- That's a strange thing for you to say.
- Is it?
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You haven't even a memory.
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No.
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And the best of you...
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Your capacity for loving...
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your joy in living is buried
in a little space of time you've forgotten.
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- It isn't quite the same thing.
- Why not?
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Because in some vague way, I still have...
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- Hope?
- Yes, I suppose that's it.
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Have you, Charles?
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Do you feel that there really is someone?
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That someday you may find her?
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I'd rather not talk of it, Margaret.
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It's nothing I could put into words.
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But doesn't it frighten you sometimes...
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that the years are passing...
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that you may sometime find that
you've lost your capacity for happiness?
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You may have come so near her.
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You may even have brushed by her
in the street.
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Yes, I've thought of that.