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She's got about six lines to
say, and she wants to change two of them."
"What are your changes, Dane?" Galbraith asked.
Queerly enough, the curt seriousness of his speech was immensely
grateful to her--suggested that she perhaps hadn't been, wholly anyhow,
the object of his derision before.
"I only thought," said Rose, "that if instead of saying, 'My gracious,
Sylvia!' I said, 'Sylvia, _dear_!' or something like that, it would
sound a little more natural. And if I said, 'I _do_ wish, Sylvia'
instead of, 'I wish to goodness, Sylvia ...'"
She had said it all straight to the author.
"I suppose," he said, sneering very hard, "that your own personal
knowledge of the way society women talk is what leads you to believe
that your phrases are better than mine?"
"Yes," said Rose, serenely matter-of-fact, "it is."
Sarcasm is an uncertain sort of pop-gun. You never can tell from which
end it's going to go off.
"I don't know," said Miss Devereux, turning now a deadly smile on him,
"whether Miss--what's-her-name--agrees with me or not.


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