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[Chattering]
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[Door opens, closes]
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I hope you have learned
your poetry, Sara.
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Sit up straight, child.
Hold your shoulders back.
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You're getting
a dreadful stoop.
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Well, have you got
your lines by heart?
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Well, have you?
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I can't.
It doesn't make sense.
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Sense!
You little ignoramus!
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Evidently you don't know
that Mrs. Felicia Heymans
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is considered one of the finest
of our English poets.
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I know another piece
of poetry by heart.
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It has ever so many verses, much more
than "The Wreck of the Hesperus."
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Would that do?
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What is the name
of this poem?
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"An Ode to St. Valentine."
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I'm not acquainted with it.
Where did you find it?
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I didn't find it.
I wrote it.
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You wrote it?
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"Love abounds,
love surrounds..."
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Oh, no thank you, Sara.
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Strange as it may seem,
I still prefer Mrs. Heymans.
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Give me your book and proceed
to recite to me as far as you have gone.
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Your book, please, Sara.
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Thank you.
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Go on.
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I can't.
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Not one line?
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I shall leave you now, Sara.
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I expect you to be word perfect when
I send Miss Lumley in in half an hour.
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Otherwise, I'm afraid
I shall have to send you to bed
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instead of letting you stay up
until the others return from the picnic.