The Mob eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 68 pages of information about The Mob.

The Mob eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 68 pages of information about The Mob.

     [More remains immovable.]

A youth. [In a lull of disconcertion] I’ll make ’im speak!  See!

He darts forward and spits, defiling mores hand.  More jerks it up as if it had been stung, then stands as still as ever.  A spurt of laughter dies into a shiver of repugnance at the action.  The shame is fanned again to fury by the sight of mores scornful face.

Tall youth. [Out of murmuring] Shift! or you’ll get it!

A voice.  Enough of your ugly mug!

A rough.  Give ’im one!

     Two flung stones strike more.  He staggers and nearly falls,
     then rights himself.

A girl’s voice.  Shame!

Friendly voice.  Bravo, More!  Stick to it!

A rough.  Give ’im another!

A voice.  No!

A girl’s voice.  Let ’im alone!  Come on, Billy, this ain’t no fun!

Still looking up at more, the whole crowd falls into an uneasy silence, broken only by the shuffling of feet.  Then the big navvy in the front rank turns and elbows his way out to the edge of the crowd.

The navvy.  Let ’im be!

     With half-sullen and half-shamefaced acquiescence the crowd
     breaks up and drifts back whence it came, till the alley is
     nearly empty.

More. [As if coming to, out of a trance-wiping his hand and dusting his coat] Well, Steel!

     And followed by steel, he descends the steps and moves away. 
     Two policemen pass glancing up at the broken glass.  One of them
     stops and makes a note.

The curtain falls.

SCENE II

The window-end of Katherine’s bedroom, panelled in cream-coloured wood.  The light from four candles is falling on Katherine, who is sitting before the silver mirror of an old oak dressing-table, brushing her hair.  A door, on the left, stands ajar.  An oak chair against the wall close to a recessed window is all the other furniture.  Through this window the blue night is seen, where a mist is rolled out flat amongst trees, so that only dark clumps of boughs show here and there, beneath a moonlit sky.  As the curtain rises, Katherine, with brush arrested, is listening.  She begins again brushing her hair, then stops, and taking a packet of letters from a drawer of her dressing-table, reads.  Through the just open door behind her comes the voice of Olive.

Olive.  Mummy!  I’m awake!

     But Katherine goes on reading; and Olive steals into the room in
     her nightgown.

Olive. [At Katherine’s elbow—­examining her watch on its stand] It’s fourteen minutes to eleven.

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