An Unsocial Socialist by George Bernard Shaw
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science and then have to write down that I don't know how to behave
myself. Besides, I do not like to be told that I am ill-bred!" Agatha laughed. "What a deep old thing she is! She knows all our weaknesses, and stabs at us through them. Catch her telling me, or Jane there, that we are ill-bred!" "I don't understand you," said Miss Lindsay, haughtily. "Of course not. That's because you don't know as much moral science as I, though I never took a prize in it." "You never took a prize in anything," said Miss Carpenter. "And I hope I never shall," said Agatha. "I would as soon scramble for hot pennies in the snow, like the street boys, as scramble to see who can answer most questions. Dr. Watts is enough moral science for me. Now for the Recording Angel." She went to a shelf and took down a heavy quarto, bound in black leather, and inscribed, in red letters, MY FAULTS. This she threw irreverently on a desk, and tossed its pages over until she came to one only partly covered with manuscript confessions. "For a wonder," she said, "here are two entries that are not mine. Sarah Gerram! What has she been confessing?" "Don't read it," said Miss Lindsay quickly. "You know that it is the most dishonorable thing any of us can do." |
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