The Truth; A Play in Four Acts

The Truth; A Play in Four Acts

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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. 1907 edition. Excerpt: ...at that woman's hands! When we get her paid, you must leave her house. Roland. That I can't and won't do, because I'm far too comfortable! Servant. Entering Left, announces. Mrs. Crespigny! Roland. Jumps up. Mrs. who? MRS. Crespigny comes in flamboyantly. She is a woman past the age of uncertainty, dressed gaudily, with an hour-glass figure; she has innumerable bracelets and bangles, and an imitation jewelled chain flaunts a heavy pair of lorgnettes, like a gargoyle hanging over a muchcurved bust. Enormous wax pearls in her ears are in direct contrast to the dark beginnings of her otherwise russet-gold hair. Neither her shoes nor her stays fit, and both are too tight. She is brightly rouged, and yet the very failure of the fafade reveals, somehow, the honest interior of a human if forlornly foolish female. Mrs. Crespigny. Excuse me for intruding myself which I know is not social good form. Mis' Warder, I take it? becky bows. Roland. Angrily. What do you mean by following me here? Mrs. Crespigny. After severe look at him, turns back to Becky. I want you to know the facts as between your father and me, and just how the matter is, and get your support that I done right! To Roland. I know your daughter is a lady if you ain't, and being a lady myself I have a certain pride. To Becky. I've had a good deal of trouble persuading your father that though a lady sometimes takes in a paying guest she still holds her own in the social scale. I have friends of my own in the New York Smart Set! My niece married a Mr. Gubenhamers and lives in a perfectly elegant house of her own on Lennox Avenue. Do you know her? One thousand two hundred and fifty-three? Becky. No. Mrs. Crespigny. Oh, don't you? Well, of course I know New York is big. Still, perhaps you know her...show more

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  • Paperback | 32 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 77g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236652878
  • 9781236652874