What Every Woman Knows by J. M. (James Matthew) Barrie
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page 46 of 143 (32%)
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SYBIL [drawling]. Please don't trouble him. We are really only waiting till my brother recovers and can take us back to our hotel. MAGGIE. I'll tell him. [She is glad to disappear up the stair.] COMTESSE. The lady seems distressed. Is she a relation of Mr. Shand? DAVID. Not for to say a relation. She's my sister. Our name is Wylie. [But granite quarries are nothing to them.] COMTESSE. How do you do. You are the committee man of Mr. Shand? DAVID. No, just friends. COMTESSE [gaily to the basins]. Aha! I know you. Next, please! Sybil, do you weigh yourself, or are you asleep? [LADY SYBIL has sunk indolently into a weighing-chair.] SYBIL. Not quite, Auntie. COMTESSE [the mirror of la politesse]. Tell me all about Mr. Shand. Was it here that he--picked up the pin? DAVID. The pin? |
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