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SHE: Vers libre—splendid! (She declaims.) “ The trees are green, The birds are singing in the trees, The girl sips her poison The bird flies away the girl dies.” HE: (Laughing) No, not that kind. SHE: (Suddenly) I like you. HE: Don't. SHE: Modest too— HE: I'm afraid of you. I'm always afraid of a girl—until I've kissed her. SHE: (Emphatically) My dear boy, the war is over. HE: So I'll always be afraid of you. SHE: (Rather sadly) I suppose you will. (A slight hesitation on both their parts.) HE: (After due consideration) Listen. This is a frightful thing to ask. SHE: (Knowing what's coming) After five minutes. HE: But will you—kiss me? Or are you afraid? SHE: I'm never afraid—but your reasons are so poor. HE: Rosalind, I really want to kiss you. SHE: So do I. (T