The Pot Boiler by Upton Sinclair
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coming back! I don't believe he could help me, anyway! _(wanders
back and forth again, goes to door, hesitates)_ I want something to _eat!_ I don't care what happens, I can't stand it! _(enters door of restaurant)._ _Bill (pokes head in from fire-escape)._ Say, Peggy! (_Play-play fades._) _Peggy (appears in doorway, Left, having Mss. in her hand)._ Oh, Bill! You startled me so! _Bill._ What's the matter? _Peggy._ I thought you, were out in the snow! _Bill._ In the SNOW. _Peggy._ Why, you see-- _Bill._ Snow in the middle of July? _Peggy._ Why, you see, dear, Will is writing a play, and the play is supposed to be in winter, and he's got you in the snow. _Bill (in excitement). Me? Me_ in Will's play! _Peggy._ Yes. _Bill._ Oh, say! What's he doin' to me? |
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