Mrs Huff:
But he was a talker once! Love was the thing;
And love, he swore, would make the wrong go right,
And Huff was a kind of devil--and that's true----
Huff:
What? I've been devilish and never knew?
Mrs Huff:
The devil in the world that hates all love.
But Shale said, he'd the love in him would hold
If the world's frame and the fate of men were crackt.
Shale:
What I said!
Whoever thought the world was going to crack?
Mrs Huff:
And now he hears someone move behind him.--
They'll say, perhaps, 'You stole this!'--Down it goes,
Thrown to the dirty road--thrown to Huff!
Shale:
Yes, to the owner.
Mrs Huff:
It was not such brave thieving.
You did not take me from my owner, Shale:
There's an old robber will do that some day,
Not you.
Vine:
Were you thinking of me then, missis?
Mrs Huff (still to SHALE):
You found me lost in the dirt: I was with Huff.
You lifted me from there; and there again,
Like a frightened urchin, you're for throwing me.
Shale:
Let it be that! I'm firm
Not to have you about me, when the thing,
Whatever it is, that's standing now behind
The burning of the world, comes out on us.
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