The Pot Boiler by Upton Sinclair
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_Bob_. For what?
_Gladys_. I'm wondering how long it will be before it occurs to Jack to ask what _I_ think of this plan of his. _Jessie_. I hope you'll make him give it up, Gladys! _Gladys_. Your suggestion is out of date, dear. The modern young man doesn't give up his ideas at the request of his fiancee. _Jessie_. Tell him what you think, at least! _Gladys_. You don't take sugar, Bob? Don't you see that he hasn't been interested in what I think? He has acquired some new interests. He's going to learn about the _reality_ of life! _Jack (enters, in afternoon coat)_. Gladys, that's not fair! _Gladys_. Will you have tea, Jack? _Jack_. You know I'm up against it. _Gladys_. One lump or two, Jack? _Jack_. I got into a scrape at college-- _Gladys_. Too strong for you, Jack? No, don't make these pretences with me. You can get rid of me without going hoboing. _Jessie_. How can you talk so? |
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