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R. U. R.
Nana
[Entering from left]: What, light the fire in summer? Has that mad Radius gone? A fire in summer, what an idea. Nobody would think she'd been married for ten years. She's like a baby, no sense at all. A fire in summer. Like a baby.
Helena
[Returns from right, with armful of faded papers]: Is it burning, Nana? All this has got to be burned.
Nana
What's that?
Helena
Old papers, fearfully old. Nana, shall I burn them?
Nana
Are they any use?
Helena
No.
Nana
Well, then, burn them.
Helena
[Throwing the first sheet on the fire]: What would you say, Nana, if this was money, a lot of money?
