An Unsocial Socialist by George Bernard Shaw
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Fear stole upon Jane, and she became very red. "Agatha," she said, "it
was you who told me what to write. You know you did, and you can't deny it." "I can't deny it, can't I? I am ready to swear that I never dictated a word to you in my life." "Gertrude knows you did," exclaimed Jane, appalled, and almost in tears. "There," said Agatha, petting her as if she were a vast baby. "It shall not be expelled, so it shan't. Have you seen the Recording Angel lately, either of you?" "Not since our last entry," said Gertrude. "Chips," said Agatha, calling to the flaxen-haired child, "go upstairs to No. 6, and, if Miss Wilson isn't there, fetch me the Recording Angel." The little girl grumbled inarticulately and did not stir. "Chips," resumed Agatha, "did you ever wish that you had never been born?" "Why don't you go yourself?" said the child pettishly, but evidently alarmed. "Because," continued Agatha, ignoring the question, "you shall wish yourself dead and buried under the blackest flag in the coal cellar if you don't bring me the book before I count sixteen. One--two--" |
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