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Kipling, Rudyard, 1865-1936

"From Mine Own People"

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(Pettishly.) I knew I couldn't take the last note. How do the bass chords run?
(Puts out her hands and begins playing piano on the sheet.)
Capt. G. (Catching up hands.) Ahh! Don't do that, Pussy, if you love me.
VOICE. Love you? Of course I do. Who else should it be? (A pause.)
VOICE. (Very clearly.) Pip, I'm going now. Something's choking me cruelly.
(Indistinctly.) Into the dark--without you, my heart--But it's a lie, dear--we
mustn't believe it.--Forever and ever, living or dead. Don't let me go, my
husband--hold me tight.--They can't--whatever happens. (A cough.) Pip--my Pip!
Not for always--and--so--soon! (Voice ceases.)
Pause of ten minutes. G. buries his face in the side of the bed while AYAH
bends over bed from opposite side and feels Mrs. G.'s breast and forehead.
Capt. G. (Rising.) Doctor Sahib ko salaam do.
Ayah. (Still by bedside, with a shriek.) Ail Ail Tuta-phuta! My Memsahib! Not
getting--not have got!--Pusseena agyal (The sweat has come.) (Fiercely to G.)
TUM jao Doctor Sahib ko jaldi! (You go to the doctor.) Oh, my Memsahib!
DOCTOR. (Entering hastily.) Come away, Gadsby. (Bends over bed.) Eh! The Dev--
What inspired you to stop the punkah? Get out, man--go away--wait outside! Go!
Here, Ayah! (Over his shoulder to G.


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