Monologue

Lon Monologue from A Death in Fever Flat

From A Death in Fever Flat by George W. Cronyn

male · anguished · 50 sec

Gab! Ghost. 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. What you mean? I had the fine passion for Padie, but when I first saw the two of them together I knew she was his, or ought to be... and she has been, always.

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