human
Claude, I want to ask you something.
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What is it?
human
Have you had a quarrel with Adelaide Shiffney?
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A quarrel?
human
Yes. Have you given her any reason--just lately--to dislike you personally, to hate you perhaps?
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What should make you think so?
human
Please answer me!
gpt
Perhaps I have. But please don't ask me anything more, Charmian. If you do, I cannot answer you.
human
Now I understand!
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What?
human
Why she turned down her thumb at the opera.
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But--
human
Claude, she did, she did! You know she did! There was not one real word for you from either her or Mr. Ramer, not one! We've had her verdict. But what is it worth? Nothing! Less than nothing! You've told me why. All her cleverness, all her discrimination has failed her, just because--oh, we women are contemptible sometimes! It's no use our pretending we aren't. Claude, I'm glad--I'm thankful you've made her hate you. And I know how!
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Hush! Don't let us talk about it.
human
Poor Adelaide! How mad she will be on the twenty-eighth when she hears how the public take it!
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If we are ready.
human
had been put right, all the
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declared by Crayford to be essential had been made by Claude, the orchestra had mastered its work, the singers were