Angels & Ministers by Laurence Housman
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page 74 of 199 (37%)
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JULIA (_most sweetly_). Milk? LAURA. Yes, you know I take milk. (_Crossing over, but sitting away from the tea-table, she lets her sister wait on her_.) JULIA. Did Martha send me any message? LAURA. How could she? She didn't know I was coming. JULIA. Was it so sudden? LAURA. I sent for her and she didn't come. Think of that! JULIA. Oh! She would be sorry. Tea-cake? LAURA (_taking the tea-cake that is offered her_). I'm not so sure. She was nursing Edwin's boy through the measles, so of course _I_ didn't count. (_Nosing suspiciously_.) Is this China tea? JULIA. If you like to think it. You have as you choose. How is our brother, Edwin? LAURA. His wife's more trying than ever. Julia, what a fool that woman is! JULIA. Well, let's hope he doesn't know it. LAURA. He must know. I've told him. She sent a wreath to my funeral, 'With |
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