Monologue

Lon Monologue from A Death in Fever Flat

From A Death in Fever Flat by George W. Cronyn

male · defiant · 27 sec

You lie like hell! She's mine! She's been mine all these three years! I won her and I own her! What little of love she ever had fer you or him is buried down in Laguna Madre with the bones of both of ye! And all hell can't take her from me!

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