Old Love Letters: A Comedy in One ActSamuel French, 1897 - 22 pages |
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11 feet high album amused back scene biting her lips blue paper Brownlee brushes her eyes bundle of letters Bursting cabinet centre curtain dark and dreary darling Dear John dear madam diplomatist drawer draws Edward Warburton Enter SERVANT exit servant extends her hand face feet long fire fireplace Florence FRENCH girl of nineteen glances back HARVARD COLLEGE heart Heigh-ho Henry kisses Lady laughter Laura Malvern letters-I little birdie long and 9 looking front madam-I mantel memory merry mother-of-pearl mounted at 89 moves old letters packet pardon pauses phaeton piano picture portrait Price Proscenium quarrel rain rainy day reads remember returns rises rosewood SAMUEL FRENCH SCENE.-The set of Wings sheets of paper shoulder SIMLA sits stands stops laughing Street suddenly takes another letter thirteen years ago tissue paper turns unmounted unreasonable creature VOLUME walks WARB widow of thirty-two window Wings and Border woman young girl
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Page 9 - THE RAINY DAY. THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall,' And the day is dark and dreary.
Page 22 - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Page 11 - They sin who tell us Love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
Page 22 - My life is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary.
Page 19 - ... rises in a stately way; looks down at him with great dignity and with suppressed indignation. She turns and walks to the mantel; glances back at him; then looks down into the fire, tips of her toes resting on the fender. He proceeds, still looking front, and with the same low, complacent laugh] Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! I remember what desperate efforts I made to explain to you how entirely you misunderstood the real situation. [She taps the fender with her foot and looks bacf, at him over her shoulder,...
Page 19 - ... diplomatist? WARB. A — memory ? MRS. B. A memory. If such a faculty is ever demanded in diplomatic life — I — you will pardon my frankness — but — I — I really wonder at your success. WARB. [Pleasantly] I do not understand you. MRS. B. On second thought, I am wrong. The art of forgetting with accuracy requires an excellent memory. WARB. Really, madam — I — MRS. B. You were speaking of a — a certain — misunderstanding — in which you and I were concerned — about thirteen...
Page 10 - It was just such a day as this — thirteen years ago. Edward and I — we — parted for the last time — in this very room. People have called me frivolous. I am — what can a woman be? What must a woman be? I have never lived my own life. I have done the best I could in a life that should have been lived by another woman. My own life — he was a part of it. I have not lived at all since then! [She leans listlessly on the piano a second; rises, moves to the table and stands fumbling through...
Page 23 - ... lingered over each so long it took me all the morning. MRS. B. It was noon before I finally had the ribbon on your packet. WARB. I failed to send them to you; somehow, I could not find it in my heart to part with them at that time; some foolish, longing fancy. How curiously our feelings alter with time! All such fancies, of course, have passed away long ago — and we — we can now exchange these same letters — face to face — without the slightest emotion on either side. Permit me, madam....