Belinda by A. A. (Alan Alexander) Milne
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page 39 of 110 (35%)
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TREMAYNE. I was on my way to Marytown---
BELINDA. To where? TREMAYNE. Marytown. BELINDA. Oh, you mean Mariton. TREMAYNE. Do I? BELINDA. Yes; we always call it Mariton down here. (_Earnestly_.) You don't mind, do you? TREMAYNE (_smiling_). Not a bit. BELINDA. Just say it--to see if you've got it right. TREMAYNE. Mariton. BELINDA (_shaking her head_). Oh no, that's quite wrong. Try it again (_With a rustic accent_.) Mariton. TREMAYNE. Mariton. BELINDA. Yes, that's much better .... (_As if it were he who had interrupted_.) Well, do go on. TREMAYNE. I'm afraid it isn't much of an apology really. I saw what looked like a private road (_points_ L.), but what I rather hoped wasn't, and--well, I thought I'd risk it. I do hope you'll forgive me. |
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