2012, ISBN: 1231256273

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[EAN: 9781231256275], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Brand New Book with Free Worldwide Delivery ***** Print on Demand *****. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1917 Excerpt: .in a mock melodramatic fashion) I go--but I return. (she goes out) Mrs. Howard. (at the door) I do wish you'd let in a little daylight. Dick. (exasperated) Oh, now, mother, please, please. Mrs. Howard. All right, Dick, all right, I'm going, I'm going. (she resigns herself to the inevitable and goes out. Dick shuts door after her. Goes to desTc and falls to work again. Knock on door) Dick. Come in. (mary enters) Well, what now? Mary. The breakfast dishes, sir. Dick. Well, for heaven's sake, take them and get out. (pause) And hustle! Mary. Yes, sir. (she takes tray and hurries to the door) Dick. If you come back here again, I'll skin you alive. Mary. Yes, sir. (she goes out--Dick shuts the door after her. Goes to desk. After looking through the drawers of the desk for copy paper, he exits c. Bob enters stealthily r. u. Is looking on floor near lamp as if expecting to see Dick dead. Dick enters c with paper) Dick. Well, for heaven's sake, what are you doing here? Bob. (gasping) Dick, Dick, Dick. (seizing his hand) Thank God, I--I thought you had done it. Dick. Done it? Bob. I sneaked in. No one saw me, and I slunk up stairs--I could imagine you lying dead on the floor under that accursed lamp; and I couldn't stand it any longer. Dick. (cooling) Well, you see I haven't done it; and I'd be very much obliged to you if you'd get out. Bob. Get out! Dick. Yes, get out and let me work. Bob. What on earth are you doing? Dick. I'm writing a play. Bob. Writing a play? Dick. Yes, writing a play. Bob. Well, I'll be--(he collapses into chair E.) Dick. Well, why shouldn't I write a play? Everybody else does. Bob. Are you crazy? Dick. No, I'm not; and as I said before, I wish you would go away and let me alone. Bob. (gets up angrily and goes to Richard) Look here, Dick, I'd .<