Waste - A Tragedy, In Four Acts by Harley Granville-Barker
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AMY O'CONNELL. Henry ... Trebell. TREBELL. Having formally taken possession of my name.... AMY O'CONNELL. I'll go to bed. _His eyes have never moved from her. Now she breaks the contact and goes towards the door._ TREBELL. I wouldn't ... my spare time for love making is so limited. _She turns back, quite at ease, her eyes challenging him._ AMY O'CONNELL. That's the first offensive thing you've said. TREBELL. Why offensive? AMY O'CONNELL. I may flirt. Making love's another matter. TREBELL. Sit down and explain the difference ... Mrs. O'Connell. _She sits down._ AMY O'CONNELL. Quite so. 'Mrs. O'Connell'. That's the difference. TREBELL. [_Provokingly._] But I doubt if I'm interested in the fact that your husband doesn't understand you and that your marriage was a mistake ... and how hard you find it to be strong. |
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