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: "No; if it happened to strike on that train anywhere, itmight spoil one of the folds. I can't risk it." A ring is heard atthe apartment door. They spring to their feet simultaneously.MRS. ROBERTS: "There's Aunt Mary now!" She calls into thevestibule, "Aunt Mary!" DR. LAWTON, putting aside the vestibule portiere, with affectedtimidity: "Very sorry. Merely a father." MRS. ROBERTS: "Oh! Dr. Lawton? I am so glad to see you!" Shegives him her hand:
Miss DORA BARTON.Jane Miss FORRESTER. The Play produced under the direction of Mr. H. DE LANGE. The ACTION of the play takes place in Denham's Studio inLondon, at the PRESENT DAY. The Black Cat. Act I. _Scene: Denham's Studio. Large highlight window in sloping roof atback. Under it, in back wall, door to landing. L of thedoor the corner is curtained off for model's dressing-room.R of door a large Spanish leather folding screen, whichruns on castors, shuts off from the door the other corner, in
Nay, old friend--[to ALCIMEDON, who wants to break in; then to ORESTES again]--though you slay us all, you have but lost the food and shelter we had given you; and the shedder of blood escapes not the Dread Watchers.ORESTES. [Who had been cooling, starts and threatens her.] What know you of the Dread Watchers? ANDROMACHE. And there is little glory in the slaying of a woman, and little gain. ORESTES. [Wildly.] What woman? Who are you that taunt me? Priest, is this your witch? ALCIMEDON.
[Turning apologetically to VERA] I beg your pardon, Miss Andrews, I mean Miss--er----VERA Revendal. MENDEL [Slightly more interested] Revendal? Then you must be the Miss Revendal David told me about! VERA [Blushing] Why, he has only seen me once--the time he played at our Roof-Garden Concert. MENDEL Yes, but he was so impressed by the way you handled those new immigrants--the Spirit of the Settlement, he called you. VERA [Modestly] Ah, no--Miss Andrews is that. And you will tell him to answer
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