What Every Woman Knows by J. M. (James Matthew) Barrie
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page 78 of 143 (54%)
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COMTESSE. Oh, Charles, Charles!
VENABLES. But you promised to come back; I waited there till dawn. Blanche, if you HAD come back-- COMTESSE. How is Mrs. Venables? VENABLES. She is rather poorly. I think it's gout. COMTESSE. And you? VENABLES. I creak a little in the mornings. COMTESSE. So do I. There is such a good man at Wiesbaden. VENABLES. The Homburg fellow is better. The way he patched me up last summer--Oh, Lord, Lord! COMTESSE. Yes, Charles, the game is up; we are two old fogies. [They groan in unison; then she raps him sharply on the knuckles.] Tell me, sir, what are you doing here? VENABLES. Merely a friendly call. COMTESSE. I do not believe it. VENABLES. The same woman; the old delightful candour. COMTESSE. The same man; the old fibs. [She sees that the door is asking a question.] Yes, come, Mrs. Shand, I have had quite enough of |
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