. Captain Lettarblair : a comedy in three acts. e!Somebody!—Oh, what shall I do! Considers. Begins to unfasten skirt, thenlaughing, changes mind. Oh, no! I couldnt go out without it!—Oh, theshame of it if he should come in and find me here! Tugs angrily. Suddenly sees handle, 136 CAPTAIN LETTARBLAIR Why, theres the handle! Goes toward it hastily, but is unable to reach it. What shall I do!—Ah, this—! Sees sword, grasps it, and tries to reach handle,only knocking it further from her. Makesfutile strokes. Oh, I could cry with rage!—Why dont theyhave longer swords!—Ah, this ! Puts scabbard partly
. Captain Lettarblair : a comedy in three acts. e!Somebody!—Oh, what shall I do! Considers. Begins to unfasten skirt, thenlaughing, changes mind. Oh, no! I couldnt go out without it!—Oh, theshame of it if he should come in and find me here! Tugs angrily. Suddenly sees handle, 136 CAPTAIN LETTARBLAIR Why, theres the handle! Goes toward it hastily, but is unable to reach it. What shall I do!—Ah, this—! Sees sword, grasps it, and tries to reach handle,only knocking it further from her. Makesfutile strokes. Oh, I could cry with rage!—Why dont theyhave longer swords!—Ah, this ! Puts scabbard partly on sword to lengthen it,and makes more futile efforts, finally drop-ping scabbard. Sits despairingly on floor,chin on sword hilt. What shall I do! Litton Under the window, outside. All right, Willoughby! Be good to her, poor dear! Fanny Hes there!—That handle—I must get it! Rises, struggling with (kess, and again vainlytrying to get handle. Litton To Willoughby, outside. Alas, ready money outweighs affection! Good-by! Good-by!. Why, theres the handle ! Page 136 CAPTAIN LETTARBLAIR 137 Fanny Ah! Ready money outweighs affection! I must get it!—Of course ready money outweighs affection! Litton Climbs in at window, and sits on sill. I do believe this wet thing in my eyes a tear! Suddenly sees Fanny, but as her hand is up toher face, at first does not recognise in front of her, amazed. Seeing him,she falls back against the door with a cry ofrage. Fanny!—Its Fanny! Fanny! Joyfully, approaching her. Fanny Warding him off with sword. Stand back! Dont dare come near me! Litton Fanny, I did not venture to hope for this meet-ing. But I am so happy you are here! Fanny Keeping him back with sword. Dont speak to me! Stand back! 138 CAPTAIN LETTARBLAIR Litton Fanny—I have so much to say to you! I fearyou have misjudged me ! I— Fanny With , no! I have not misjudged you! LittonAh, now, Fanny! Youre angry! Fanny ! Why should I be angry! Litt
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