Читать книгу Three Plays by Granville Barker: The Marrying of Ann Leete, The Voysey Inheritance & Waste онлайн

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lord john.Last night you kissed me.

ann.Do get up, please.

lord john.As you wish.

Now he sits by her.

ann.Last night you were nobody in particular... to me.

lord john.I love you.

ann.Please don't; I can't think clearly.

lord john.Look at me.

ann.I'm sure I don't love you because you're making me feel very uncomfortable and that wouldn't be so.

lord john.Then we'll think.

ann.Papa... perhaps you'd rather not talk about Papa.

lord john.Give yourself to me.

ann.[Drawing away from him.]Four words! There ought to be more in such a sentence... it's ridiculous. I want a year to think about its meaning. Don't speak.

lord john.Papa joins our party.

ann.That's what we're after... thank you.

lord john.I loathe politics.

ann.Tell me something against them.

lord john.In my opinion your father's not a much bigger blackguard—I beg your pardon—than the rest of us.

ann.... Miserable sinners.

lord john.Your father turns his coat. Well...?

ann.I see nothing at all in that.

lord john.What's right and what's wrong?