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He turns and paces up and down to the right of steps. I hit at him with the poker and cut his head. The light of a half moon falls on the house, giving it an unreal, detached, eerie quality. What is it about Captain Brant you want to warn me against?

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What would I be in the world’s eyes? By the left corner of the house is a big clump of lilacs and syringas. Mannon, eugebe, bitterly rebukes her. The white columns of the portico cast black bars of shadow on the gray wall behind them. And then I’ll take you away openly and laugh at him!

Started one of the fust Western Ocean packet lines. He took a part that was, indeed, full of words, and made them flow so naturally from his mouth, that I believed people DID speak that way.

But I’ve let it be known that he has heart trouble. I’d have the man I mournkng, at least! His singing has been for her benefit. He knew my father and mother were starving!


I have seen other movies of his, and have always understood, simply enough, how his progeny became such fine actors.

Eugene O’Neill (1888-1953)

It made her pay too much attention to me–and opened her eyes! Bring that chair over here. The singer, Seth Beckwith, finishes the last line as he enters from around the corner of the house. She runs to him and throws her arms around him and kisses him.

All is lost for Lavinia, who has Seth nail shut the bdcomes of the windows to their home, locking herself away from the world forever. How much do you know about David Mannon, Vinnie? But I saw this performance, just now, as if for the first time.

Sir Michael Redgrave was an actor that could bury himself in any part. She’s as beautiful a ship as you’re a woman.

I don’t want to know anything! She is uneasy underneath, but affects a scornful indignation.

You’d be an anchor around his neck. Abe died that same year and Ezra give up the army and took holt of the shippin’ business here. I wanted you every possible moment we could steal!

Lavinia asks Seth to resume his story. By God, you were glad enough before–! I just led him on–to find out things!

Peter sits gingerly on the right edge so that there is an open space between him and Lavinia. I forgot her until two years ago when I came back from the East. So please don’t let this come between us.

I would try to make up my mind exactly what that wall was but Eugenee never could discover. And I won’t be the only one! He is a bit drunk but holding his liquor well. Wal, calc’late I better git back to work.


You’ll never dare leave me now, Adam–for your ships or your sea or your naked Island girls–when I grow old and ugly! I’ve always guessed that, Mother–ever since I was little–when I used to come to you–with love–but you would always push me away! She claims that Lavinia has always schemed to steal her place. Since Hazel’s teasing statement, she has visibly withdrawn into herself and is on the defensive. It stuck in my mind–clean-scrubbed and whitewashed–a temple of death!

I think you do love him–as much as you can love!

There is little of the obvious ship captain about him, except his big, strong hands and his deep voice. As for the people here, they’d never dream of such a thing in the Mannon house! I’ve made a man of him. He was a coward–like all Mannons–once he felt the world looked down on him.

It is thin and aged, the wraith of what must mourninv have been a good baritone. You’ll be responsible if–! Everybody has got leave. Or do you remain true to your one and only beau, Peter? You won’t meet hair like yours and hers again in a month of Sundays.