Won't I? [He goes to the hollow tree and from its darkness
takes a bucket and a boat-hook.] I know where there are some
rippers!
[JOY stays unmoving with her eyes half closed.]
Are you sure you 're all right. Joy? You 'll just rest here in the
shade, won't you, till I come back?--it 'll do you no end of good. I
shan't be twenty minutes.
[He goes, but cannot help returning softly, to make sure.]
You're quite sure you 're all right?
[JOY nods. He goes away towards the river. But there is no
rest for JOY. The voices of MRS. GWYN and LEVER are heard
returning.]
JOY. [With a gesture of anger.] Hateful! Hateful!
[She runs away.]
[MRS. GWYN and LEVER are seen approaching; they pass the tree,
in conversation.]
MRS. GWYN. But I don't see why, Maurice.
LEVER. We mean to sell the mine; we must do some more work on it,
and for that we must have money.
MRS. GWYN. If you only want a little, I should have thought you
could have got it in a minute in the City.
LEVER. [Shaking his head.] No, no; we must get it privately.
MRS. GWYN. [Doubtfully.] Oh! [She slowly adds.] Then it isn't
such a good thing!
[And she does not look at him.
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