The Silver Box by John Galsworthy
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page 21 of 100 (21%)
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BARTHWICK. Your reti----?
UNKNOWN. I don't care about the reticule; it's not that I want--I 'm sure I don't want to make any fuss--[her face is quivering]--but --but--all my money was in it! BARTHWICK. In what--in what? UNKNOWN. In my purse, in the reticule. It was a crimson silk purse. Really, I wouldn't have come--I don't want to make any fuss. But I must get my money back--mustn't I? BARTHWICK. Do you tell me that my son----? UNKNOWN. Oh! well, you see, he was n't quite I mean he was [She smiles mesmerically.] BARTHWICK. I beg your pardon. UNKNOWN. [Stamping her foot.] Oh! don't you see--tipsy! We had a quarrel. BARTHWICK. [Scandalised.] How? Where? UNKNOWN. [Defiantly.] At my place. We'd had supper at the----and your son---- BARTHWICK. [Pressing the bell.] May I ask how you knew this house? Did he give you his name and address? |
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