Night Must Fall : a Play in Three Acts by Emlyn Williams
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you have, to the little feller that pushes your pram--you know you
have! MRS. BRAMSON (_laughing shrilly_): Pram! Well! (_Her laugh cut short_) It's wicked to laugh, with this--this thing all round us. DAN (_sobering portentously_): I forgot. (_As she shivers_) Not in a draught, are you? (_Shutting the front door and coming down to_ HUBERT) D'you remember, Mr. Laurie, me pulling your leg about you havin' done it? Funniest thing out!... Talk about laugh! MRS. BRAMSON (_fondly_): Tttt!... DAN (_a glint of mischief in his eyes_): I think I better get the tea before I get into hot water. _He goes towards the kitchen._ OLIVIA: Mrs. Terence is getting the tea. DAN (_at the door_): She don't make tea like me. I'm an old sailor, Miss Grayne. Don't you forget that. _He goes into the kitchen._ OLIVIA: I'm not interested, I'm afraid. MRS. BRAMSON (_wheeling herself to the front of the table_): Look here, Olivia, you're downright rude to that boy, and if there's one thing that never gets a woman anywhere, it's rudeness. What have you |
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