[She should tell him. She should confess. But - but he'd hate her. He'd hate what she had done. She couldn't tell him. She couldn't bear to have him turn his back on her.]
He won't believe it. He won't believe you. Me. He believes only that I am a thief, that I am bad. I have no grace. I am ugly and a thief and rubbish for the gutter.
[She shrugs] What is to be done - only, tell me - where is he? The inspector? Why does he send you to ask me when he has no qualms about questioning me himself? He has taken my dresses and my book once - so why does he send you now?
[She says nothing about the tea. Just another disappointment. Just another flip of her stomach as she is rejected once more.]
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[She should tell him. She should confess. But - but he'd hate her. He'd hate what she had done. She couldn't tell him. She couldn't bear to have him turn his back on her.]
He won't believe it. He won't believe you. Me. He believes only that I am a thief, that I am bad. I have no grace. I am ugly and a thief and rubbish for the gutter.
[She shrugs] What is to be done - only, tell me - where is he? The inspector? Why does he send you to ask me when he has no qualms about questioning me himself? He has taken my dresses and my book once - so why does he send you now?
[She says nothing about the tea. Just another disappointment. Just another flip of her stomach as she is rejected once more.]