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"Oh, no, I sha'n't."
"Sir, I find you insufferable."
"Dear, I find you adorable."
"Mr. Herwin, go home. I am not coming down."
"Marna, come down. I am not going home."
"Then you will spend the night on the piazza. What are you waiting for, anyway?"
"To take something."
"Call James. He has the keys of the wine-cellar."
"Are you going to be insufferable?"
"Well, I 'd rather be anything than adorable."
"But, you see, you can't help yourself."
"You 'll find I can. . . . What is it you are waiting to take, Mr. Herwin?"
"One of my rights."
"You have no rights, sir."
"Oh, yes, I have. . . . Marna, come down!"
"I might, if you spoke to me properly."
"Won't you come down—please?"
"I am sorry to disappoint you. But I do not please." And then I shut the window down. But it is a pretty warm night, and I could n't stand it as long as I thought I could. So I opened the window after a while, as softly as a moonbeam sliding around the edges of a leaf. I did n't think anybody could hear me. That