The Silver Box by John Galsworthy
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MRS. BARTHWICK. You actually mean to say you--you were---- BARTHWICK. My dear---- MRS. BARTHWICK. [Indignantly.] How disgraceful! BARTHWICK. [Hurriedly.] And where are you living now, Mrs. Jones? MRS. JONES. We've not got a home, sir. Of course we've been obliged to put away most of our things. BARTHWICK. Put your things away! You mean to--to--er--to pawn them? MRS. JONES. Yes, sir, to put them away. We're living in Merthyr Street--that is close by here, sir--at No. 34. We just have the one room. BARTHWICK. And what do you pay a week? MRS. JONES. We pay six shillings a week, sir, for a furnished room. BARTHWICK. And I suppose you're behind in the rent? MRS. JONES. Yes, sir, we're a little behind in the rent. BARTHWICK. But you're in good work, aren't you? MRS. JONES. Well, Sir, I have a day in Stamford Place Thursdays. |
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