A Bit O' Love: A Play in Three Acts

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C. Scribner's Sons, 1915 - English drama - 84 pages
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Page 28 - She didn't. Your wife was a brave woman. A dear woman. CREMER. I never thought to lUse 'er. She never told me 'ow bad she was, afore she tuk to 'er bed. 'Tis a dreadful thing to lUse a wife, zurr. STRANGWAY. [Tightening his lips, that tremble] Yes. But don't give way! Bear up, Jack!
Page 2 - fourteen, small and quiet as a mouse, comes in, a prayer-book in one hand, and in the other a glass of water, with wild orchis and a bit of deep pink hawthorn. She sits down on the window-seat, and having opened her book, sniffs at the flowers. Coming to the end of the movement
Page 69 - scot-free, to live comfortably with another man ? What an example! STRANGWAY. Will you, please, not speak of that! MRS. BRADMERE. I must! This great Church of ours is based on the rightful condemnation of wrongdoing. There are times when forgiveness is a sin, Michael Strangway. You must keep the whip hand. You must fight!
Page 49 - There ain't no meetin' yet, Sol Potter zays." TRUSTAFORD. Us must get the rights of it zettled some'ow. 'Tes like the darned old chicken an' the egg—meetin' or chairman—which come virst? SOL POTTER. [Conciliating] To my thinkin' there shid be another way o' dUin' it, to get round it like with a circumbendibus. 'T'all comes from
Page 28 - I don't believe as there's a future life, zurr. I think we goo to sleep like the beasts. STRANGWAY. We're told otherwise. But come here! [Drawing him to the window] Look! Listen! To sleep in that! Even if we do, it won't be so bad, Jack, will it?
Page 5 - When Tommy Morse wouldn't fight, us pinched him—he did squeal! [She giggles] Made me laugh! STRANGWAY. Did I ever tell you about St. Francis of Assisi? IVY. [Clasping her hands] No. STRANGWAY. Well, he was the best Christian, I think, that ever lived—simply full of love and joy. IVY. I expect he's dead. STRANGWAY. About seven hundred years, Ivy. IVY.
Page 16 - im a nummit afore 'e gets up; an' 'e 'as 'is brekjus reg'lar at nine. Must feed un up. He'm on 'is feet all day, goin' to zee folk that widden want to zee an angel, they'm that busy; an
Page 69 - see you're in a bad way. Come, pull yourself together ! You can't defend what you're doing. STRANGWAY. I do not try. MRS. BRADMERE. I must get you to see! My father was a clergyman; I'm married to one; I've two sons in the Church. I know what I'm talking about. It's a priest's business to guide the people's lives.
Page 53 - [After a pause, with cautious generosity] I've no objections to withdrawin' mine, if Will Freman'll withdraw his'n. FREMAN. I won't never be be'indhand. If Mr. Trustaford withdraws, I withdraws mine. SOL POTTER. There ain't no motion left to putt. [Silence of consternation. [In the confusion JIM
Page 1 - green, MICHAEL STRANGWAY, a clerical collar round his throat and a dark Norfolk jacket on his back, is playing the flute before a very large framed photograph of a woman, which is the only picture on the walls. His age is about thirty-five; his figure thin and very upright and his clean-shorn face thin, upright, narrow, with long and rather

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