Roses: Four One-Act Plays / Streaks of Light—The Last Visit—Margot—The Far-away Princess

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long disuse. At the back, in the centre, a large doorway. The glass door is thrown wide open; the shutters behind are closed. On the right and left, in the oblique walls of the

kes up the right side of the stage. In the foreground, in front of the bed, a table with plates, glasses, wine-decanters, and provisions on it. A coffee percolator stands under the table. In the middle of the stage, a little to the right, a chaise-longue. At the head of it, a small table

s. Garlands of roses hang from the chandelier and encircle the bedposts. On the small table near the chaise-longue, a large

by a napkin, upon which are seen a bottle of wine and the remai

ve years of age, intractable and passionate, with traces of a bourgeois desire to

f the castle are heard ringing. Both seem to

ressed, aristocratic young fellow who has been petted and spoiled. He is effeminate, cowar

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to crawl through the woods for a hundred yards. The same performance twice a day--for a week! Now, i

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began softly, gently, to bind me to you with glances and caresses that were like chains of roses!--Yes, and that I become maddened by roses as cats by valerian, that, too, you soon found out.--Then--then you began to speak to me of the lover's pavilion--all covered with roses--where your ancestors spent happy, pastor

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ivorce--or perhaps merely a separation. For, I no longer dare hope to live with him as his wife, even if I were satisfied to be no better than his dog for the rest of my days!--Ah, but it cannot be! It cannot be! You don't know him. You don't know what he's like when the veins stand out on his forehead!--He would kill me!--Rather than that--kill me yourself!--Here--now--this moment!--Get yo

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ide--and honour--and all the rest of it--long ago.--Then nothing is left him but--his duty.--And

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n the left wing--quite apart; so that some day, in case--you ever--came back-- Oh, well--it doesn't matter now. But the room

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appreciate it. But after--this, I should always feel ashamed before you--I should fee

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st be free to do exactly as I please--to go away--come back--just as I like. There is s

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demand that. Just look about you here. You know how passionately fond of roses I am. My soul demands s

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t want to offend you. But--as Julia and I have fo

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re so near--and yet could never see each other or talk togethe

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mmunication with our neighbors? How would Pierre explain it to his mother? Why, he simply couldn't! No; if we are to

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ort pause, Julia appears at the large door in the centre. She tries to go further, fails, supports herself against the door posts for an instant, and then reels into the ro

nd groaning. In the distance Pierre is shouting for help. Th