He looks up.] Ain't yer ever thought of that, instead of
worrying about the vote?
GINGER [She moves away.] You don't understand us wimmin.
JAWBONES [He has risen. He pauses in his folding of the paper.]
Don't say that.
GINGER Why should we coax yer--for our rights?
JAWBONES Because it's the easiest way of getting 'em.
GINGER [She has become oratorical.] Our appeal is not to man
[with upraised hand] but to Justice!
JAWBONES Oh! And what does the lidy say?
GINGER [Descending.] 'Ow do yer mean?
JAWBONES To your appeal. Is she goin' to give 'em to yer ? You
tike my tip: if yer in a 'urry, you get a bit on account--from
Man. 'Ere. [He dives into his pocket, produces, wrapped up in
tissue paper, a ring, which he exhibits to her.] That's a bit more
in your line.
GINGER [Her eyes sparkle. She takes the ring in her hand. Then
problems come to her.] Why do yer want me, William?
JAWBONES Because, in spite of all, I love yer.
GINGER [She looks into the future.
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