The Machine by Upton Sinclair
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MONTAGUE. I'm delighted to meet you, really! [They shake hands.] JACK. Julia, my friend, Mr. Montague. Miss Patterson. MONTAGUE. I'm very glad to meet you, Miss Patterson. JULIA. We had no idea we were bringing old friends together. MONTAGUE. No; it was certainly a coincidence. LAURA. It's been . . . let me see . . . a year since we've met. MONTAGUE. It must be fully that. LAURA. Where do you keep yourself these days? MONTAGUE. Oh, I'm studying, in a quiet way. LAURA. And none of your old friends ever see you? MONTAGUE. I don't get about much. LAURA. [Earnestly.] And friendship means so little to you as that? MONTAGUE. I . . . it would be hard to explain. I have been busy with politics . . . |
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