Angels & Ministers by Laurence Housman
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LAURA. I don't know; I want my tea. JULIA. Hannah is just bringing it. LAURA. Who's Hannah? JULIA. _Our_ Hannah: our old servant. Didn't _she_ open the door to you? LAURA. What? Come back, has she? JULIA. I found her here when I came, seven years ago. I didn't ask questions. Here she is. (Enter _Hannah with the tea-tray_.) LAURA (_with a sort of grim jocosity_). How d'ye do, Hannah? HANNAH. Nicely, thank you, Ma'am. How are you, Ma'am? (_Hannah, as she puts down the tray, is prepared to have her hand shaken: for it is a long time (thirty years or so in earthly measure) since they met. But Mrs. James is not so cordial as all that_.) LAURA. I'm very tired. JULIA. You've come a long way. (_But Laura's sharp attention has gone elsewhere_.) |
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