A WOMAN OF
ACT IV.
LORD ILLINGWORTH
[Winces, then rises slowly and goes over to table where his hat and gloves are. MRS. ARBUTHNOT is standing close to the table. He picks up one of the gloves, and begins putting it on.] There is not much then for me to do here, Rachel?
MRS. ARBUTHNOT
Nothing.
LORD ILLINGWORTH
It is good-bye, is it?
MRS. ARBUTHNOT
For ever, I hope, this time, Lord Illingworth.
LORD ILLINGWORTH
How curious! At this moment you look exactly as you looked the night you left me twenty years ago. You have just the same expression in your mouth. Upon my word, Rachel, no woman ever loved
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