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Page 98
They've been up there for hours . Didn't you know it ? FLORA ( going to Sarah Budie and kneeling by her chair ) : Of course I didn't know it . Can't we go out for a walk until they're through , Aunt Sarah ? SARAH : Certainly not .
They've been up there for hours . Didn't you know it ? FLORA ( going to Sarah Budie and kneeling by her chair ) : Of course I didn't know it . Can't we go out for a walk until they're through , Aunt Sarah ? SARAH : Certainly not .
Page 99
He's got his key on his watchchain and he can let himself in any hour , as he said - day or night . NESTOR : Well , you told him to write , in the letter , eh ? Let's hear the old letter , Aunt Sarah . SARAH ( unfolding it ) : It makes ...
He's got his key on his watchchain and he can let himself in any hour , as he said - day or night . NESTOR : Well , you told him to write , in the letter , eh ? Let's hear the old letter , Aunt Sarah . SARAH ( unfolding it ) : It makes ...
Page 102
We know not the day nor the hour . Like a thief in the night . The trumpet shall sound ! NESTOR ( coldly ) : Good - morning . KEETER ( disappears ; vocally ) : No offense . No offense . No offense . ( He is heard giving orders .
We know not the day nor the hour . Like a thief in the night . The trumpet shall sound ! NESTOR ( coldly ) : Good - morning . KEETER ( disappears ; vocally ) : No offense . No offense . No offense . ( He is heard giving orders .
Page 103
The curtain is lowered to indicate the lapse of nine hours . ( At the rise of the curtain the drawing - room is dark . The chandelier in the hall , unseen by the audience , throws a brilliant light on Sarah Budie , who stands listening ...
The curtain is lowered to indicate the lapse of nine hours . ( At the rise of the curtain the drawing - room is dark . The chandelier in the hall , unseen by the audience , throws a brilliant light on Sarah Budie , who stands listening ...
Page 117
O , I must die In this sweet hour of victory to rid Jerusalem of me - a loathsome pest ! I cannot fight that passion , kill this hope ! They whirl my soul about with windy gusts As ' twere a weather - cock before the storm Twisting and ...
O , I must die In this sweet hour of victory to rid Jerusalem of me - a loathsome pest ! I cannot fight that passion , kill this hope ! They whirl my soul about with windy gusts As ' twere a weather - cock before the storm Twisting and ...
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