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Rosalind: I wouldn’t be the Rosalind you love.

Amory: (A little hysterically) I can’t give you up! I can’t, that’s all! I’ve got to have you!

Rosalind: (A hard note in her voice) You’re being a baby now.

Amory: (Wildly) I don’t care! You’re spoiling our lives!

Rosalind: I’m doing the wise thing, the only thing.

Amory: Are you going to marry Dawson Ryder?

Rosalind: Oh, don’t ask me. You know I’m old in some ways—in others—well, I’m just a little girl. I like sunshine and pretty things and cheerfulness—and I dread responsibility. I don’t want to think about pots and kitchens and brooms. I want to worry whether my legs will get slick and brown when I swim in the summer.

Amory: And you love me.

Rosalind: That’s just why it has to end. Drifting hurts too much. We can’t have any more scenes like this.

(She draws his ring from her finger and hands it to him. Their eyes blind again with tears.)

Amory: (His lips against her wet cheek) Don’t! Keep it, please—oh, don’t break my heart!

(She presses the ring softly into his hand.)