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Show CHRYSALIS PAGE 187 -22- "Marry me," I said once, in a fever. Never again, Sometimes the effervescence goes flat. For two weeks Mark has not changed expression - his mouth is cast in an everlasting scowl. "Look," he says tiredly, "I've been working all day and I'm up studying half the night. You sit here all day and play with that damn typewriter and I haven't even got a decent shirt to wear in the morning. I can't wear this. You might as well throw it away." He tosses the shirt into a heap on the floor. "I'm sorry," I say, wondering who it was put the oil spots |