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ROSAMUND: Susan, go home with your offspring. Fly. Live in America. SUSAN: Rosamund, why?
ROSAMUND: Why, my dear girl, haven't you seen What English country life can mean With too small an income to keep the place Going? Already I think I trace A change in you, you no longer care So much how you look or what you wear. That coat and skirt you have on, you know You wouldn't have worn them ten years ago. Those thick warm stockings--they make me sad, Your ankles were ankles to drive men mad. Look at your hair--you need a wave. Get out--go home--be hard--be brave, Or else, believe me, you'll be a slave. There's something in you--dutiful--meek-- You'll be saving your pin-money every week To mend the roof. Well, let it leak. Why should you care?