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ROSALIND: Amory, if you don't sit down I'll scream. AMORY: (Sitting down suddenly beside her) Oh, Lord. ROSALIND: (Taking his hand gently) You know I love you, don't you? AMORY: Yes. ROSALIND: You know I'll always love you— AMORY: Don't talk that way; you frighten me. It sounds as if we weren't going to have each other. (She cries a little and rising from the couch goes to the armchair.) I've felt all afternoon that things were worse. I nearly went wild down at the office—couldn't write a line. Tell me everything. ROSALIND: There's nothing to tell, I say. I'm just nervous. AMORY: Rosalind, you're playing with the idea of marrying Dawson Ryder. ROSALIND: (After a pause) He's been asking me to all day. AMORY: Well, he's got his nerve! ROSALIND: (After another pause) I like him. AM