Scene 3 Cassio and Desdemona discuss the previous night’s transgressions and Desdemona agrees to speak on his behalf because of the friendship between them. The scene opens with the two finishing their conversation and Othello and Iago reentering the room. Cassio is embarrassed and quickly leaves the room, fleeing out of uneasiness at so soon speaking with Othello. Othello questions Iago as to whether it was Cassio he saw and Iago responds that surely Cassio would not act so guiltily. Desdemona begins her entreaties to Othello to speak with Cassio. He agrees, but not fully and not with a specific time. He appears distracted. After Iago and Othello are alone again, Iago begins in earnest his infusion of doubt into Othello’s mind. He reminds him of how Cassio was the go between during Othello’s courtship of Desdemona and begins to plant small, indiscriminant thoughts of adultery in Othello’s mind, pretending to be reluctant to answer questions and being very circuitous
Bella..." Her voice was unsure; as far as I could remember, this was the first time since I was eight that she'd come close to trying to sound like a parental authority. I recognized the reasonable-but-firm tone of voice from talks I'd had with her about men. "I know that, Mom. Don't worry about it. It's just a crush," I soothed her. "That's right," she agreed, easily pleased. Then she sighed and glanced guiltily over her shoulder at the big, round clock on the wall. "Do you need to go?" She bit her lip. "Phil's supposed to call in a little while... I didn't know you were going to wake up..." "No problem, Mom." I tried to tone down the relief so she wouldn't get her feelings hurt. "I won't be alone." "I'll be back soon. I've been sleeping here, you know," she announced, proud of herself. "Oh, Mom, you don't have to do that! You can sleep at home -- I'll never notice." The swirl of
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