Windows by John Galsworthy
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COOK beams. MRS MARCH. [Impatiently] Nothing of the sort, Cook; it's a question of common sense. COOK. Yes, ma'am. MRS MARCH. That girl, Faith Bly, wants to come here as parlour-maid. Absurd! MARCH. You know her story, Cook? I want to give the poor girl a chance. Mrs March thinks it's taking chances. What do you say? COCK. Of course, it is a risk, sir; but there! you've got to take 'em to get maids nowadays. If it isn't in the past, it's in the future. I daresay I could learn 'er. MRS MARCH. It's not her work, Cook, it's her instincts. A girl who smothered a baby that she oughtn't to have had-- MR MARCH. [Remonstrant] If she hadn't had it how could she have smothered it? COOK. [Soothingly] Perhaps she's repented, ma'am. MRS MARCH. Of course she's repented. But did you ever know repentance change anybody, Cook? COOK. [Smiling] Well, generally it's a way of gettin' ready for the |
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