Krindlesyke by Wilfrid Wilson Gibson
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page 163 of 186 (87%)
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BELL: Murder? Nay: it takes a man To murder. JUDITH: Ay ... But when you spoke of hanging, He turned like death: and when he threatened you, I saw blue-murder in his eyes. BELL: At most, âTwould be manslaughter with the likes of him. Iâve some respect for murderers: they, at least, Take things into their own hands, and donât wait On lucky chances, like the rest of us-- Murderers and suicides ... JUDITH: But Jim? BELL: Iâd back Cain against Abel, ay, and hairy Esau Against that smooth sneak Jacob. Jim? Heâs likely Done in some doxy in a drunken sleep: âTwould be about his measure. JUDITH: Jim--O Jim! |
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