Hobson's Choice by Harold Brighouse
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page 82 of 149 (55%)
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ALICE. Who's that?
MAGGIE. Some one who can't read, I reckon. You hung that card on door, Will? WILLIE. Aye, it's there. And you wrote it, Maggie. MAGGIE. I knew better than to trust to you. "Business suspended for the day" it says, and they that can't read it can go on knocking. HOBSON (_off_ R. _upstairs, after another knock_). Are you in, Maggie? VICKEY (_terrified_). It's father! (_General consternation_.) ALBERT. Oh, Lord! MAGGIE. What's the matter? Are you afraid of him? FREDDY. Well, I think, all things considered, and seeing-- MAGGIE. All right. We'll consider 'em. You can go into the bedroom, the lot of you.... No, not you, Willie. The rest. I'll shout when I want you. ALICE. When he's gone. |
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