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Kipling, Rudyard, 1865-1936

"From Mine Own People"

G. (Grimly.) You have. Now, will you be good enough to go--if there is
nothing more in my room that you are anxious to pry into?
Mrs. G. (Putting out her hands.) Oh, Pip, don't look at me like that! I've
never seen you look like that before and it hu-urts me! I'm sorry. I oughtn't
to have been here at all, and--and--and--(sobbing.) Oh, be good to me! Be good
to me! There's only you--anywhere! Breaks down in long chair, hiding face in
cushions.
Capt. G. (Aside.) She doesn't know how she flicked me on the raw. (Aloud,
bending over chair.) I didn't mean to be harsh, dear--I didn't really. You can
stay here as long as you please, and do what you please. Don't cry like that.
You'll make yourself sick. (Aside.) What on earth has come over her? (Aloud.)
Darling, what's the matter with you?
Mrs. G. (Her face still hidden.) Let me go--let me go to my own room. Only--
only say you aren't angry with me.
Capt. G. Angry with you, love! Of course not. I was angry with myself. I'd lost
my temper over the saddlery--Don't hide your face, Pussy. I want to kiss it.
Bends lower, Mrs. G. slides right arm round his neck. Several interludes and
much sobbing.
Mrs. G. (In a whisper.) I didn't mean about the jam when I came in to tell you-
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CAPT.


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