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HAS IT NEVER:

OCCURRED TO YOU:

THAT THEY MAY:

HURT OTHERS?

REALLY, SIR?

WHOM?

OH, THE BLADES AND THE LIKE

MAY NOT SUFFER TOO MUCH...

BUT ONE MAY PERHAPS.

PERHAPS I MAY WISH

TO SEE HIM SQUIRM.

FOR SHAME,

MISS LIVVIE.

I SPEAK IN THE INTERESTS

OF THE MAN:

TO WHOM I HOPE:

TO SEE YOU BETROTHED.

AND WHO IS:

THIS HAPPY MAN?

AS TO WHO HE IS,

I HAVE NO IDEA.

NOR, I AM SURE,

HAVE YOU.

OTHERWISE YOU'D BE MORE

GUARDED IN YOUR CONDUCT.

BUT SOMEDAY,

MISS LIVVIE,

THE RIGHT MAN:

WILL COME.

AND HOW WILL YOU EXPLAIN

AWAY YOUR PRESENT BEHAVIOR?

HIS FACE WOULD CHANGE

AS YOU TOLD HIM OF IT.

AND YOURS WOULD BE A FALSE

FACE UNTIL IT WAS TOLD.

I SEE.

YOU WILL SEE...

WHEN YOU KNOW:

WHAT LOVE REALLY IS.

LOVE.

WHAT DO YOU KNOW

OF LOVE?

WHY, I KNOW

ALL ABOUT IT.

I'M IN LOVE,

MISS LIVVIE.

I WISH YOU HAPPY.

THE LADY WAS ONCE

VERY MUCH LIKE YOU.

NOT...

OH, NO.

YES, MISS LIVVIE,

IT'S YOUR AUNT PHOEBE

WHOM I LOVE.

YOU REALLY MEAN PHOEBE?

TIRED,

UNATTRACTIVE PHOEBE?

PHOEBE WHO WAS ONCE MORE

FASCINATING THAN YOU, MA'AM.

OH, YOU BEWITCHED ME,

YOU WHO SO RESEMBLED HER

AS SHE WAS.

BUT IT WAS ONLY FOR AN HOUR.

HOW LIKE:

I THOUGHT AT FIRST,

BUT SOON IT WAS:

HOW UNLIKE.

I REMEMBER I ONCE

COMPARED HER TO A GARDEN.

I'VE OFTEN

THOUGHT OF THAT.

OH, MISS LIVVIE, DO YOU

THINK THERE'S ANY HOPE FOR ME?

THERE WAS A MAN:

WHO MISS PHOEBE LOVED...

BUT THAT WAS LONG AGO.

HE DIDN'T LOVE HER.

NOW, THERE WAS A FOOL.

IT WAS YOU.

YOU KISSED HER ONCE.

IT WAS RAINING,

AND HER FACE WAS WET.

YOU SAID YOU DID I BECAUSE HER FACE WAS WET.

I HAD QUITE FORGOTTEN.

NOW I'M LAUGHING

AT BOTH OF YOU.

PHOEBE-THAT OLD THING.

MISS LIVVIE...

HA HA.

I HATE HER:

AND DESPISE HER.

IF YOU KNEW:

WHAT SHE IS-

I KNOW:

WHAT YOU ARE.

THAT GARDEN-

SILENCE!

YOUR GARDEN:

HAS BEEN DESTROYED, SIR.

THE WEEDS HAVE ENTERED IT,

AND ALL THE FLOWERS ARE CHOKED.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

I CANNOT TELL YOU.

IT IS TOO HORRIBLE.

YOU'RE TOO HORRIBLE.

ISN'T THAT IT?

YES, THAT'S IT.

WHAT IS TOO HORRIBLE?

MA'AM, I'LL LEAVE THE TELLING

OF IT TO HER IF SHE DARE.

BUT I DEVOUTLY HOPE

THOSE ARE THE LAST WORDS

I SHALL EVER ADDRESS

TO THIS LADY.

MY LOVE, MY DEAR,

WHAT TERRIBLE THING

HAS HE SAID TO YOU?

NOT-NOT TERRIBLE...

GLORIOUS!

SUSAN, 'TIS PHOEBE

HE LOVES, NOT LIVVIE.

HE LOVES ME-PHOEBE!

OHH, SUSAN,

HE LOVES ME.

OH,

LOVELY RAMBLIN' ROSES

THE GARDEN WALL ATOP

YOUR FRAGRANCE RARE

CANNOT COMPARE:

TO A FRYING...

MUTTON CHOP:

AHH!

FOR YOU, VIDEL.

IT MAY INVOLVE:

A DETOUR,

BUT IT'S STILL

THE BEST ROUTE.

WHAT ARE YOU:

TALKING ABOUT?

THE WAY TO A MAN'S HEAR IS THROUGH HIS STOMACH.

AND, TO MAKE A PERSONAL

OBSERVATION OF MY OWN,

THE WAY:

TO A MAN'S STOMACH

IS THROUGH-

NOT FOR YOU.

THAT'S FOR MISS SUSAN

AND MISS PHOEBE.

YEAH, BUT YOU TOLD ME

THERE AIN'T NO MISS PHOEBE.

ONCE AND FOR ALL

AND FOR THE LAST TIME,

THERE AIN' NO MISS LIVVIE.

GOOD MORNING,

PHOEBE, MY LOVE.

YOU DID NOT SLEEP?

NOT A WINK.

IF YOU HAVE:

SUCH REMORSE,

YOU WILL WEEP YOURSELF TO DEATH.

AFTER WHAT HE SAID

TO ME LAST NIGHT...

WHAT ELSE CAN I DO?

YOU MUST GET RID

OF LIVVIE.

THAT IS CERTAIN.

WHEN OUR FRIENDS CALL

THIS AFTERNOON,

I'LL SAY THA SHE'S RETURNED HOME.

YES.

GOOD MORNING, SUSAN.

YOU WILL PARDON MY INTRUSION

SO EARLY IN THE DAY,

BUT, UH, BEING AWARE OF MISS

LIVVIE'S EXTREME POPULARITY,

I THOUGHT TO CALL ON HER

BEFORE SHE WENT OUT.

OH.

POOR LIVVIE IS ILL.

YES.

ILL? HOW SUDDEN.

QUITE.

SHE WAS AWAKE:

ALL NIGHT...

TREMBLINGS,

FLUTTERINGS, SPASMS.

INDEED?

THE EXCITEMENT,

UH, THE BALL.

HMM.

MAY I GO IN:

AND SEE HER?

I'M AFRAID NOT.

YOU KNOW,

LIVVIE MUST BE ALMOST ASLEEP AT LAST.

THAT'S FOR MISS LIVVIE.

LIE STILL,

LIVVIE, MY LOVE.

LIE STILL.

BREAKFAST.

MISS LIVVIE'S BREAKFAST.

YOURS IS GETTING COLD,

MA'AM.

GOOD MORNING, LADIES.

I SHALL BE AT HOME

ALL DAY.

DO LET ME KNOW WHEN MISS

LIVVIE IS IMPROVED ENOUGH

TO RECEIVE ME.

WHAT'S TO BE DONE?

SHE WILL NEVER LE LIVVIE ESCAPE.

PHOEBE, I FEEL AS IF MISS

LIVVIE REALLY EXISTED.

WE SHALL NEVER BE ABLE

TO ESTEEM OURSELVES AGAIN.

IF HE PROPOSES,

WHY NOT MARRY HIM?

IF WE CAN MAKE HIM THINK

THAT SHE'S GONE HOME,

HE NEED NEVER KNOW.

SUSAN...

YOU PAIN ME.

SHE WHO MARRIES:

WITHOUT TELLING ALL,

HERS MUST EVER BE

A FALSE FACE.

THEY WERE:

HIS OWN WORDS.

PATTY,

'TIS CAPTAIN BROWN.

TELL HIM I'VE GONE OUT.

GOOD MORNING, PATTY.

IS MISS PHOEBE IN?

NO, SIR.

SHE'S GONE OUT.

INTO THE GARDEN.

AHA.

MISS PHOEBE?

WHAT IS IT, SIR?

SURELY YOU'RE

NOT AFRAID OF ME?

NO.

NO.

WHY SHOULD I BE?

NO REASON:

THAT I KNOW.

MISS PHOEBE, YOU TOLD MISS

LIVVIE THAT YOU LOVED ME ONCE.

YOU KEPT IT CAREFULLY HIDDEN FROM ME.

A WOMAN MUST NEVER TELL,

SIR.

YOU WEN TO THE GREAT BATTLES.

I WAS LEFT TO FIGH IN A LITTLE ONE.

WOMEN HAVE A FLAG TO FLY

AS WELL AS MEN, MR. BROWN.

AND... OLD MAIDS HAVE A FLAG

AS WELL AS WOMEN.

I... TRIED

TO KEEP MINE FLYING.

I DARE NOT ASK YOU

TO LOVE,

BUT I DO ASK YOU TO PU YOURSELF IN MY KEEPING.

LET ME TAKE CARE OF YOU.

IT CANNOT BE.

IF NOT FOR YOUR SAKE,

DO IT FOR MINE.

THEY SAY A LADY:

CAN NEVER QUITE FORGE THE MAN

WHO'S USED HER ILL.

DO IT FOR ME:

BECAUSE I USED YOU ILL.

PLEASE TO SAY:

NO MORE.

GOOD MORNING,

PATTY.

PATTY.

WELL,

WHERE'S MISS MARY?

SHE HAS NOT BEEN TO

SEE US FOR 5 MINUTES.

HOW DO YOU DO, SIR?

AND HOW DO YOU FIND

MISS LIVVIE TODAY, SIR?

I HAVEN'T SEEN HER, MA'AM.

INDEED?

WHY SURELY, PHOEBE,

WHEN SHE'S ILL,

THERE'S DOUBLE REASON

FOR-

ILL?

I HADN'T HEARD.

LADIES, HAVE PITY ON

A DULL MALE AND EXPLAIN.

I UNDERSTAND, SIR,

THAT THERE IS A BELIEF

THAT I KEEP MISS LIVVIE IN CONFINEMEN BECAUSE OF YOUR PASSION FOR HER.

MY PASSION:

FOR MISS LIVVIE?

WHY, I CAN'T ABIDE HER OR SHE ME.

FURTHERMORE,

I'M PROUD TO TELL YOU

THAT THIS IS THE LADY

I LOVE.

WHAT?

PHOEBE?

YES, MA'AM.

OH...

PHOEBE...

I'M SO HAPPY IT'S YOU.

OH, PHOEBE, DEAR,

I WISH YOU JOY.

AND YOU ALSO, SIR.

BUT, SUSAN, I, UH...

WELL, REALLY.

I DON'T UNDERSTAND.

IS IT THAT MISS LIVVIE

IS AN OBSTACLE?

MISS LIVVIE AN OBSTACLE?

IS THERE SOME MYSTERY

ABOUT THE YOUNG LADY?

SO MUCH SO, SIR,

THAT WE AT ONE TIME

THOUGHT THAT SHE

AND MISS PHOEBE:

WERE THE SAME PERSON.

WE'VE NEVER EVEN SEEN

HER FACE.

INDEED?

HOW DO YOU FIND YOURSELF,

DEAR MISS LIVVIE?

IF YOU MUST KNOW,

LADIES...

SHE FINDS HERSELF TOO

ILL TO SEE VISITORS.

TOO ILL:

TO SEE ANYONE.

IN THAT CASE, PATTY, I THINK

SHE SHOULD SEE A PHYSICIAN.

IS SHE VERY POORLY,

SIR?

WE DID NOT HEAR YOU

ADDRESS HER.

SHE'S NOT AWAKE, MA'AM.

IT'S NOT A VERY SERIOUS ILLNESS,

I THINK.

WE MUSTN'T TALK,

LEST WE DISTURB HER.

IN FACT, I THINK

YOU'D ALL BETTER GO.

PATTY,

HAVE THEY GONE YET?!

SHH!

NO, SUSAN,

BUT WE ARE GOING.

OH...

MISS PHOEBE, I DESIRE

TO SEE MISS LIVVIE.

IMPOSSIBLE.

WHY IMPOSSIBLE?

THEY TELL ME STRANGE

TALES OF NO ONE SEEING HER.

GO AT ONCE AND TELL MISS

LIVVIE THAT I MUST SEE HER.

YES, SIR.

PATTY...

OH, HOW DO YOU DO,

SIR?

WELL, IT CERTAINLY IS A PLEAS

- GOOD MORNING, SERGEANT.

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