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c) I couldn't get a taxi

and I had to wait about an hour

for a streetcar.

d) I've got a wife who

never gets really angry

if I stay out late.

So I keep on taking advantage

of her trusting nature.

And e) ...

I'll never, never do it again.

Devil!

Good morning, Mother.

-Good morning, Abigail.

I'm sorry we overslept but

Robert didn't get home till late.

Yes, I heard him.

He saw my light was on and stopped

to talk to me for a while.

Didn't he tell you?

-No.

Is he still asleep?

Uh huh.

I wish you could see him, Mother.

He's so wonderful.

I'm going to press his suit for him.

Have it all ready when he wakes.

Oh.

What is it?

There's a stain on his trousers.

It's his new suit. He'll be furious.

Take Robert up his coffee, Abigail.

It's time he woke.

Oh, but he likes to have it here

with me. He'll be down in a minute.

Take Robert up his coffee.

All right, Mother.

Good morning, Mrs. Manette.

Good morning, Mrs. Manette.

Where's the morning paper, Mother?

There's nothing in it.

Just sixteen pages of blank paper?

You know what I mean.

There's nothing.

Nothing?

You're sure?

Absolutely sure.

What's this nothing? Nothing what?

Oh, nothing, nothing, nothing, Abigail.

You should know Mother by now. If she

says there's nothing,

there's nothing.

Oh, you'll have to wear

your blue suit today, Robert.

You've got a stain on your trousers.

You really should be more careful.

We are trying to economize.

He will be more careful, Mother.

I'm sure of it.

Thank you, darling.

What are you doing?

You're not to go through my pockets.

Robert, where did you get

all that money?

Robert.

Well, I'll tell you. I hit

a long shot yesterday.

A sleeper.

They've been keeping it

undercover for months.

I was going to tell you but I...

You promised not to gamble again.

I couldn't miss. It was like

money in the bank.

Less than a month ago

you swore to me and your mother.

Oh, Robert.

I won't do it again. I swear I won't.

I tell you what. You hold on

to this money for me.

If I keep it, it will just

slip through my fingers.

But if you keep it...

-No!

Look, Mother...

I know you mean well. Believe me, I do.

But I'm capable

of handling my own affairs.

Robert!

Go and do your room, Abigail.

We can't leave the rooms

unmade all day, Abigail.

Please go.

Mother.

What's it all about?

What's what all about, Abigail?

This morning about there being

nothing in the paper.

Nothing about what?

And Robert's trousers.

You burned them in the incinerator. Why?

I burned Robert's trousers

in the incinerator?

Now I know what you're talking about.

Remember that old

blue velvet dress of mine?

I'm sorry but I just couldn't stand

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