The Notorious Mrs. Ebbsmith by Arthur Wing Pinero
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page 79 of 140 (56%)
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how ashamed I am of my bearishness this afternoon.
GERTRUDE. [Arranging the shawl about AGNES'S shoulders.] Hush, please! AGNES. Are you looking at my shawl? Lucas brought it in with him, as a reward for my coming out of that stupid faint. I--I have always refused to be--spoilt in this way, but now--now-- LUCAS. [Breaking in deliberately.] Pretty work upon it, is there not, Mrs. Thorpe? GERTRUDE. Charming. [Going to the door, which LUCAS opens for her.] Thank you.[She passes out. AGNES rises.] LUCAS. Oh, my dear girl--! AGNES. [Throwing her cigarette under the stove.] I'm quite myself again, Lucas dear. Watch me--look! [Walking firmly.] LUCAS. No trembling? AGNES. Not a flutter. [Watching her open hand.] My hand is absolutely steady. [He takes her hand and kisses it upon the palm.] Ah!-- LUCAS. [Looking at her hand.] No, it is shaking. AGNES. Yes, when you--when you--oh, Lucas!--[She sinks into a chair, turning her back upon him, and covering her face with her hands; her shoulders heaving.] |
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