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( BILLY goes on talking as Claggart enters . ) BILLY . I don't know , I guess from Portsmouth . I never lived ashore , that I can remember . Where do you come from ? ( Drops a pot on deck . CLAGGART stands over him ) CLAGGART .
( BILLY goes on talking as Claggart enters . ) BILLY . I don't know , I guess from Portsmouth . I never lived ashore , that I can remember . Where do you come from ? ( Drops a pot on deck . CLAGGART stands over him ) CLAGGART .
Strana 553
CLAGGART . I wonder if I can . Well , ask it . BILLY . Why do you want us to believe you're cruel , and not really like everybody else ? CLAGGART . I think you are the only child alive who wouldn't understand if I explained ; or else ...
CLAGGART . I wonder if I can . Well , ask it . BILLY . Why do you want us to believe you're cruel , and not really like everybody else ? CLAGGART . I think you are the only child alive who wouldn't understand if I explained ; or else ...
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D. CI C SQUEAK , Mister Claggart , sir ... we done enough to him . He's a good lad , Mister Claggart . Couldn't it be somebody else ? Jenkins , maybe ? CLAGGART . So. He's softened your heart too , eh ?
D. CI C SQUEAK , Mister Claggart , sir ... we done enough to him . He's a good lad , Mister Claggart . Couldn't it be somebody else ? Jenkins , maybe ? CLAGGART . So. He's softened your heart too , eh ?
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GUY DE MAUPASSANT | 13 |
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