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MRS. TILLMAN. [_Stopping him from smoking._] No, no, dear, they're
_going now_!
TILLMAN. Well, the best I can say is, I wish you as happy a married life
as her mother and I have had.
MRS. TILLMAN. Thirty-five _dear_ years! But now, George, let me say a
word--you always have monopolized our new son--he'll be much fonder of
you than _me_!
TILLMAN. Old lady!--Jealous!--
MRS. TILLMAN. Turn about is fair play--you're jealous still of Jinny and
me. [_She pauses a moment._] I think we'd better tell him!
TILLMAN. All right. The only rifts in our lute, Jack, have been little
threads of jealousy that have snapped sometimes!
MRS. TILLMAN. Nothing ever serious--of course, _but_ it's a fault that
Jinny shares with us, and the _only fault_ we've ever been able to find.
TILLMAN. We called her for years the girl with the green eyes. She goes
it pretty _strong_ sometimes!
AUSTIN. Oh, that's all right--I shall _like_ it!
MRS. TILLMAN. You'll always bear with her, won't you, if she should ever
get jealous of you?
AUSTIN. Of _me_? I'll never give _her the chance_.
MRS.
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