Plays by Susan Glaspell
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that could have anything to do with--with--wouldn't they _laugh_!
(_The men are heard coming down stairs_.) MRS HALE: (_under her breath_) Maybe they would--maybe they wouldn't. COUNTY ATTORNEY: No, Peters, it's all perfectly clear except a reason for doing it. But you know juries when it comes to women. If there was some definite thing. Something to show--something to make a story about--a thing that would connect up with this strange way of doing it-- (_The women's eyes meet for an instant. Enter HALE from outer door_.) HALE: Well, I've got the team around. Pretty cold out there. COUNTY ATTORNEY: I'm going to stay here a while by myself, (_to the_ SHERIFF) You can send Frank out for me, can't you? I want to go over everything. I'm not satisfied that we can't do better. SHERIFF: Do you want to see what Mrs Peters is going to take in? (_The_ LAWYER _goes to the table, picks up the apron, laughs_.) COUNTY ATTORNEY: Oh, I guess they're not very dangerous things the ladies have picked out. (_Moves a few things about, disturbing the quilt pieces which cover the box. Steps back_) No, Mrs Peters doesn't need supervising. For that matter, a sheriff's wife is married to the law. Ever think of it that way, Mrs Peters? MRS PETERS: Not--just that way. |
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