Hobson's Choice by Harold Brighouse
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page 94 of 149 (63%)
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you'd rather do it privately than publicly?
HOBSON (_coming back to sofa and sitting again_). If only it were not a lawyer's office. MAGGIE. You can settle it with the lawyer out of his office. You can settle with him here. (_She goes_ L. _and opens door. Then comes down_ L.) Albert! (_Enter_ ALBERT, _who leaves door open. He comes_ C.) This is Mr. Prosser, of Prosser, Pilkington, and Prosser. HOBSON (_amazed_). He is! MAGGIE. Yes. HOBSON (_incredulously, rising_). You're a lawyer! ALBERT. Yes, I'm a lawyer. HOBSON (_with disgust almost too deep for words_). At your age! MAGGIE (_going up to door_). Come out, all of you. (_She moves to top end of table_.) (_There is reluctance inside, then_ VICKEY, ALICE _and_ |
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