] What will I be? A general
servant, without wages.
JAWBONES The question, as it seems to me, is, which of us two is
the biggest fool? Instead of thirty bob a week in my pocket to
spend as I like--guess I'll 'ave to be content with three 'alf-
crowns.
GINGER Seven an' six! Rather a lot, Bill, out o' thirty bob.
Don't leave much for me an' the children.
JAWBONES I shall 'ave to get my dinners.
GINGER I could mike yer somethin' tasty to tike with yer. Then
with, say--three shillings -
JAWBONES 'Ere--[He is on the point of snatching back the ring. He
encounters her eyes. There is a moment's battle. The Eternal
Feminine conquers.] Will yer always look as sweet as yer do now?
GINGER Always, Bill. So long as yer good to me!
[She slips the ring over her finger, still with her eyes drawing
him. He catches her to him in fierce passion, kisses her.]
[A loud shrill female cheer comes from the crowd. The cheer is
renewed and renewed.]
JAWBONES [He breaks away and goes to the window.
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