A Collection of Stories by Jack London
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ALICE HEMINGWAY. Goodness! I thought you'd both gone fishing! LORETTA. [Sweetly.] Is there anything you want, Alice? NED. [Trying to be courteous.] Anything I can do? ALICE HEMINGWAY. [Speaking quickly, and trying to withdraw.] No, no. I only came to see if the mail had arrived. LORETTA AND NED [Speaking together.] No, it hasn't arrived. LORETTA. [Suddenly moving toward door to right.] I am going to see. [NED looks at her reproachfully.] [LORETTA looks back tantalisingly from doorway and disappears.] [NED flings himself disgustedly into Morris chair.] ALICE HEMINGWAY. [Moving over and standing in front of him. Speaks accusingly.] What have you been saying to her? NED. [Disgruntled.] Nothing. ALICE HEMINGWAY. [Threateningly.] Now listen to me, Ned. NED. [Earnestly.] On my word, Alice, I've been saying nothing to her. |
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