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Kipling, Rudyard, 1865-1936

"From Mine Own People"


Mrs. H. She can't! Is there anything that I wouldn't do for you--or haven't
done? And to think that I should take this trouble over you, knowing what you
are! Do you despise me for it?
Capt. G. (Wiping his mouth to hide a smile.) Again? It's entirely a work of
charity on your part.
Mrs. H. Ahhh! But I have no right to resent it.--Is she better-looking than I?
Who was it said?--
Capt. G. No--not that!
Mrs. H. I'll be more merciful than you were. Don't you know that all women are
alike?
Capt. G. (Aside.) Then this is the exception that proves the rule.
Mrs. H. All of them! I'll tell you anything you like. I will, upon my word!
They only want the admiration--from anybody--no matter who--anybody! But there
is always one man that they care for more than any one else in the world, and
would sacrifice all the others to. Oh, do listen! I've kept the Vaynor man
trotting after me like a poodle, and he believes that he is the only man I am
interested in. I'll tell you what he said to me.
Capt. G. Spare him. (Aside.) I wonder what his version is.
Mrs. H. He's been waiting for me to look at him all through dinner. Shall I do
it, and you can see what an idiot he looks?
Capt. G. "But what imports the nomination of this gentleman?"
Mrs.


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