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The Pot Boiler by Upton Sinclair
page 102 of 140 (72%)
_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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