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Kipling, Rudyard, 1865-1936

"From Mine Own People"

G. It comes to the same thing. You took it yourself.
Mrs. G. Yes, but if I hadn't taken it, you wouldn't have said a word. I think
this Harriet Herriott--it's like a name in a book--is an interfering old Thing.
Capt. G. (Aside.) So long as you thoroughly understand that she is old, I don't
much care what you think. (Aloud.) Very good, dear. Would you like to write and
tell her so? She's seven thousand miles away.
Mrs. G. I don't want to have anything to do with her, but you ought to have
told me. (Turning to last page of letter.) And she patronizes me, too. I've
never seen her! (Reads.) "I do not know how the world stands with you; in all
human probability I shall never know; but whatever I may have said before, I
pray for her sake more than for yours that all may be well. I have learned what
misery means, and I dare not wish that any one dear to you should share my
knowledge."
Capt. G. Good God! Can't you leave that letter alone, or, at least, can't you
refrain from reading it aloud? I've been through it once. Put it back on the
desk. Do you hear me?
Mrs. G. (Irresolutely.) I sh-sha'n't! (Looks at G.'s eyes.) Oh, Pip, please! I
didn't mean to make you angry--'Deed, I didn't. Pip, I'm so sorry. I know I've
wasted your time--
Capt.


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