The Pot Boiler by Upton Sinclair
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_Jack._ May be I can help you.
_Dolly._ Nobody can help me--ever! _Jack._ Dolly! Why should you hide anything from me? _Dolly._ I can't bear to tell! _Jack._ Why not? _Dolly._ You'd despise me forever. Belle would despise me! _Jack._ But that's impossible, Dolly. _Dolly (she stares into his face, then suddenly clutches his arm; in a hoarse whisper)_ I sold myself to save her! _Jack._ My God! _Dolly._ Ah, don't look at me like that. I told you not to ask me! _Jack (half frenzied)._ But Dolly; you don't understand! _Dolly._ Understand what? _Jack._ I've been living on your money! _(They stare at each other.)_ _Dolly._ Jack, don't do like that! You didn't know it! |
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