Misalliance by George Bernard Shaw
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page 109 of 143 (76%)
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giving me another chance and refraining from delivering me up to the
punishment I so richly deserve. _A short and painful silence follows. Then Percival speaks._ PERCIVAL. Do you consider that sufficient, Lord Summerhays? LORD SUMMERHAYS. Oh quite, quite. PERCIVAL. _[to Hypatia]_ Lord Summerhays would probably like to hear you say that you are satisfied, Miss Tarleton. HYPATIA. _[coming out of the swing, and advancing between Percival and Lord Summerhays]_ I must say that you have behaved like a perfect gentleman, Mr. Percival. PERCIVAL. _[first bowing to Hypatia, and then turning with cold contempt to Gunner, who is standing helpless]_ We need not trouble you any further. _[Gunner turns vaguely towards the pavilion]._ JOHNNY _[with less refined offensiveness, pointing to the pavilion]_ Thats your way. The gardener will shew you the shortest way into the road. Go the shortest way. GUNNER. _[oppressed and disconcerted, hardly knows how to get out of the room]_ Yes, sir. I-- _[He turns again, appealing to Tarleton]_ Maynt I have my mother's photographs back again? _[Mrs Tarleton pricks up her ears]._ TARLETON. Eh? What? Oh, the photographs! Yes, yes, yes: take |
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