Windows by John Galsworthy
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page 31 of 107 (28%)
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MRS MARCH. For Heaven's sake--no, Johnny!
MR MARCH. Well, make up your mind! MRS MARCH. It was made up long ago. JOHNNY. [Gloomily] The more I see of things the more disgusting they seem. I don't see what we're living for. All right. Chuck the girl out, and let's go rooting along with our noses in the dirt. MR MARCH. Steady, Johnny! JOHNNY. Well, Dad, there was one thing anyway we learned out there-- When a chap was in a hole--to pull him out, even at a risk. MRS MARCH. There are people who--the moment you pull them out--jump in again. MARY. We can't tell till we've tried, Mother. COOK. It's wonderful the difference good food'll make, ma'am. MRS MARCH. Well, you're all against me. Have it your own way, and when you regret it--remember me! MR MARCH. We will--we will! That's settled, then. Bring her in and tell her. We'll go on to the terrace. He goes out through the window, followed by JOHNNY. |
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