The Atlantic Book of Modern Plays by Unknown
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neglected! I will change all that. When I was in the Andaman
Islands, my system never failed. Yes, yes, I will change all that. What has that woman on her stall? POLICEMAN. Apples mostly--and sweets. MAGISTRATE. Just see if there are any unlicensed goods underneath--spirits or the like. We had evasions of the salt tax in the Andaman Islands. POLICEMAN (_sniffing cautiously and upsetting a heap of apples_). I see no spirits here--or salt. MAGISTRATE (_to_ MRS. TARPEY). Do you know this town well, my good woman? MRS. TARPEY (_holding out some apples_). A penny the half-dozen, your honor. POLICEMAN (_shouting_). The gentleman is asking do you know the town! He's the new magistrate! MRS. TARPEY (_rising and ducking_). Do I know the town? I do, to be sure. MAGISTRATE (_shouting_). What is its chief business? MRS, TARPEY. Business, is it? What business would the people here have but to be minding one another's business? |
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