) Pip, Pip dear.
CAPT. G. I'm here, darling.
VOICE. What has happened? They've been bothering me so with
medicines and things, and they wouldn't let you come and see me.
I was never ill before. Am I ill now?
CAPT. G. You-you aren't quite well.
VOICE. How funny! Have I been ill long?
CAPT. G. Some day; but you'll be all right in a little time.
VOICE. Do you think so, Pip? I don't feel well and- Oh! what
have they done to my hair?
CAPT. G. I d-d-on't know.
VOICE. They've cut it off. What a shame!
CAPT. G. It must have been to make your head cooler.
VOICE. Just like a boy's wig. Don't I look horrid?
CAPT. G. Never looked prettier in your life, dear. (Aside.) How
am I to ask her to say good-bye?
VOICE. I don't feel pretty. I feel very ill. My heart won't work.
It's nearly dead inside me, and there's a funny feeling in my eyes.
Everything seems the same distance-you and the almirah and the
table inside my eyes or miles away. What does it mean, Pip?
CAPT. G. You're a little feverish, Sweetheart-very feverish.
(Breaking down.) My love! my love! How can I let you go?
VOICE. I thought so. Why didn't you tell me that at first?
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