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[_With a little gasp._] Mr. Valma. [_Approaching him._] How do you do?
POLLITT.
[_Advancing._] Pardon me for the liberty I have taken in again crossing
the leads.
SOPHY.
[_Looking away from him._] No liberty at all.
POLLITT.
I desire a few words with you, Miss Fullgarney, and it struck me that at
this time of the day--
SOPHY.
Yes, there's nothing doing here just at lunch-time.
POLLITT.
Perhaps you would graciously allow me to converse with you while you--
SOPHY.
[_Regaining her self-possession._] Oh, I had my lunch an hour ago; I
came over so ravenous. [_Going to_ MISS MOON, _who is still lost in
admiration of_ POLLITT--_in a whisper._] Be off, child. Don't stand
staring at Mr. Valma.
MISS MOON.
[_In_ SOPHY'S _ear._] I think I've got him another!
SOPHY.
Shut up!
[MISS MOON _withdraws, with her bowl and towel._
SOPHY.
[_To_ POLLITT.] Did you catch what she said? Oh, it doesn't matter if
you did; you know we are all working for you, like niggers.
POLLITT.
[_Tenderly._] Ah!
SOPHY.
Not a customer leaves my place without having heard your name mentioned.
My girls are regular bricks.
POLLITT.
[_Approaching her._] And what are you?
SOPHY.
[_Looking away again._] Oh, I do no more than any of the others.
POLLITT.
Do you expect me to believe that? you, their queen! No, it is _you_ who
have helped me to steer my bark into the flowing waters of popularity.
SOPHY.
[_Nervously._] Extremely pleased, I--I'm sure. [_He is close beside her;
a cork is drawn loudly. They part, startled and disturbed. She goes to
the opening in the partition, raising her voice slightly._] Girls,
can't you draw your corks a shade quieter? Nice if somebody was coming
upstairs!
MISS LIMBIRD.
[_In the distance._] Very sorry, Miss Fullgarney.
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