The Skin Game by John Galsworthy
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page 49 of 138 (35%)
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MRS. H. I'm not aware that I've acted at all--as yet. You are
nothing to me, except as one of your family. CHLOE. 'Tisn't I that wants to spoil your home. MRS. H. Stop them then. I see your husband down there with his father. CHLOE. I--I have tried. MRS. H. [Looking at her] Oh! I suppose such men don't pay attention to what women ask them. CHLOE. [With a flash of spirit] I'm fond of my husband. I---- MRS. H. [Looking at her steadily] I don't quite know why you spoke to me. CHLOE. [With a sort of pathetic sullenness] I only thought perhaps you'd like to treat me as a human being. MRS. H. Really, if you don't mind, I should like to be left alone just now. CHLOE. [Unhappily acquiescent] Certainly! I'll go to the other end. [She moves to the Left, mounts the steps and sits down.] [ROLF, looking in through the door, and seeing where she is, |
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