The Skin Game by John Galsworthy
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page 78 of 138 (56%)
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he will be bound to come and see us to-marrow morning. Will
you be in the study just before eleven o'clock, with this gentleman?] DAWKER. [Nodding] We're going to wire for his partner. I'll bring him too. Can't make too sure. [She goes firmly up the steps and out.] DAWKER. [To the STRANGER, with a wink] The Squire's squeamish--too much of a gentleman. But he don't count. The grey mare's all right. You wire to Henry. I'm off to our solicitors. We'll make that old rhinoceros sell us back the Centry at a decent price. These Hornblowers--[Laying his finger on his nose] We've got 'em! CURTAIN SCENE II CHLOE's boudoir at half-past seven the same evening. A pretty room. No pictures on the walls, but two mirrors. A screen and a luxurious couch an the fireplace side, stage Left. A door rather Right of Centre Back; opening inwards. A French window, Right forward: A writing table, Right Back. Electric light burning. |
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