you. If there's anything I do that you don't like, won't you tell me? I promise you I won't do it.
George. Oh, my dear child, you make me feel such an awful beast.
Daisy. Is it the past that you can't forget?
George. Good heavens, no, what do I care about the past?
Daisy. I have so few friends. I'm so awfully fond of you, George.
George. I don't think I've given you much cause to be that.
Daisy. There must be some reason why you won't ever come near me. Why won't you tell me?
George. Oh, it's absurd, you're making a mountain out of a molehill.
Daisy. You used to be so jolly, and we used to laugh together. I looked forward so much to your coming here. What has changed you?
George. Nothing has changed me.
Daisy. [With a passion of despair.] Oh, I might as well batter my head against a brick wall. How can you be so unkind to me?
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