The Elevator by William Dean Howells
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the Ascending Room."
MISS LAWTON: "Oh, how amusing!" MILLER, looking about: "This is a regular drawing-room for size and luxury. They're usually such cribs in these hotels." MRS. CRASHAW: "Yes, it's very nice, though I say it that shouldn't of my niece's elevator. The worst about it is, it's so slow." MILLER: "Let's hope it's sure." YOUNG MR. BEMIS: "Some of these elevators in America go up like express trains." MRS. CURWEN, drawing her shawl about her shoulders, as if to be ready to step out: "Well, I never get into one without taking my life in my hand, and my heart in my mouth. I suppose every one really expects an elevator to drop with them, some day, just as everybody really expects to see a ghost some time." MRS. CRASHAW: "Oh, my dear! what an extremely disagreeable subject of conversation." MRS. CURWEN: "I can't help it, Mrs. Crashaw. When I reflect that there are two thousand elevators in Boston, and that the inspectors have just pronounced a hundred and seventy of them unsafe, I'm so desperate when I get into one that I could--flirt!" MILLER, guarding himself with the fan: "Not with me?" |
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