Windows by John Galsworthy
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page 32 of 107 (29%)
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MARY. [Opening the door] Come in, please.
FAITH enters and stands beside COOK, close to the door. MARY goes out. MRS MARCH. [Matter of fact in defeat as in victory] You want to come to us, I hear. FAITH. Yes. MRS MARCH. And you don't know much? FAITH. No. COOK. [Softly] Say ma'am, dearie. MRS MARCH. Cook is going to do her best for you. Are you going to do yours for us? FAITH. [With a quick look up] Yes--ma'am. MRS MARCH. Can you begin at once? FAITH. Yes. MRS MARCH. Well, then, Cook will show you where things are kept, and how to lay the table and that. Your wages will be thirty until we see where we are. Every other Sunday, and Thursday afternoon. What about dresses? FAITH. [Looking at her dress] I've only got this--I had it before, of |
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