Monologue

Ghost Monologue from A Death in Fever Flat

From A Death in Fever Flat by George W. Cronyn

any · contemplative · 30 sec

Yes, gab. It was one better to her than mere brute—guts! You personified strength. You didn't have nerves enough to be afraid of anything. You had endurance, cheek, deviltry, and a kind of raw good nature. These took with the gay, immature girl she was, until I came. You had—Guts; I had—Gab.

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