Our American Cousin by Tom Taylor
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Mur So much the better. So much the better. Flo I hate mystery, sir; but you see I have come to rendezvous. I must know to whom I am speaking. Mur As frank as ever. I am Abel Murcott. Flo Starting back! You? Mur Do not be ashamed, I have not the strength to injure you, if I had the evil. In this shabby, broken down drunkard you need not fear the madman, who years ago forgot in his frantic passion the gulf that lay between your station and his own. I am harmless except to my self. Flo Speak on, sir; I hear you. Mur I need not tell you by what steps I came to this, you don't know, maybe you never knew, what a maddening thing a passion is when it turns against itself. After being expelled from my tutorship in this house, I lost my employment, self respect, hope. I sought to drown recollection and draw courage from drink. It only embittered remembrances, and destroyed the little courage I had left. That I have bread to eat, I owe to Mr. Coyle; he employed me as his clerk. You know he has been with your father this morning. I have come to tell you my errand; are you as brave as you used to be when I knew-- Flo I fear nothing. |
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