Windows by John Galsworthy
page 35 of 107 (32%)
page 35 of 107 (32%)
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FAITH. Do you want to be a different woman? COOK is taken flat aback by so sudden a revelation of the pharisaism of which she has not been conscious. COOK. Well! You are sharp! [Opening another dresser drawer] Here's the vinegar! And here's the sweets, and [rather anxiously] you mustn't eat them. FAITH. I wasn't in for theft. COOK. [Shocked at such rudimentary exposure of her natural misgivings] No, no! But girls have appetites. FAITH. They didn't get much chance where I've been. COOK. Ah! You must tell me all about it. Did you have adventures? FAITH. There isn't such a thing in a prison. COOK. You don't say! Why, in the books they're escapin' all the time. But books is books; I've always said so. How were the men? FAITH. Never saw a man--only a chaplain. COOK. Dear, dear! They must be quite fresh to you, then! How long was it? FAITH. Two years. |
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