Krindlesyke by Wilfrid Wilson Gibson
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page 173 of 186 (93%)
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BELL: Life with a smack in it: death with a tang ... JUDITH: Iâll help you into bed. (_BELL HAGGARD gazes about her in a dazed fashion, as JUDITH raises her and supports her across the floor towards the inner room._) BELL: Bed, did you say? Bed, itâs not bedtime, is it? To bed, to bed, Says Sleepyhead: tarry awhile, says Slow: Put on the pot, says Greedygut ... I swore Iâd not lie down ... You cannot dodge your luck: It had to be ... And I must dree my weird. When first I came to Krindlesyke, I felt These walls ... these walls ... Theyâre closing on me now! Letâs sup before we go! (_They pass into the other room, but BELL HAGGARDâs voice still sounds through the open door._) BELL: Nay! not that bed-- Elizaâs bed! The old witch lay in wait For me ... and now she has me! Well, what odds? Jim called me witch: and the old spaewife and I |
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