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Kipling, Rudyard, 1865-1936

"From Mine Own People"


VOICE. I sulked for a whole week about those petunias. (With a laugh.) What a
little wretch I was, and how grieved you were! Forgive me that, Pp.
Capt. G. There's nothing to forgive. It was my fault. They were too near the
drive. For God's sake don't talk so, Minnie! There's such a lot to say and so
little time to say it in.
VOICE. Say that you'll always love me--until the end.
Capt. G. Until the end. (Carried away.) It's a lie. It must be, because we've
loved each other. This isn't the end.
VOICE. (Relapsing into semi-delirium.) My Church-service has an ivory cross on
the back, and it says so, so it must be true. "Till Death do us part."--but
that's a lie. (With a parody of G.'s manner.) A damned lie! (Recklessly.) Yes,
I can swear as well as a Trooper, Pip. I can't make my head think, though.
That's because they cut off my hair. How can one think with one's head all
fuzzy? (Pleadingly.) Hold me, Pip! Keep me with you always and always.
(Relapsing.) But if you marry the Thorniss girl when I'm dead, I'll come back
and howl under our bedroom window all night. Oh, bother! You'll think I'm a
jackal. Pip, what time is it?
Capt. G. A little before the dawn, dear.
VOICE. I wonder where I shall be this time tomorrow?
Capt.


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