Hobson's Choice by Harold Brighouse
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WILLIE. Oh, nay, I'm not. Really I can't do that, Maggie. I can see that I'm disturbing your arrangements like, but I'll be obliged if you'll put this notion from you. MAGGIE. When I make arrangements, my lad, they're not made for upsetting. WILLIE. What makes it so desperate awkward is that I'm tokened. MAGGIE. You're what? WILLIE. I'm tokened to Ada Figgins. MAGGIE. Then you'll get loose and quick. Who's Ada Figgins? Do I know her? (_Moves_ L. _and turns_.) WILLIE. I'm the lodger at her mother's. MAGGIE. The scheming hussy. It's not that sandy gill who brings your dinner? (_Moves_ C.) WILLIE. She's golden-haired is Ada. Aye, she'll be here soon. MAGGIE. And so shall I. I'll talk to Ada. I've seen her and I know the breed. Ada's the helpless sort. (_Turns_ L.) WILLIE. She needs protecting. MAGGIE. That's how she got you, was it? (_Turns_ C.) Yes, I |
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