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McCutcheon, George Barr, 1866-1928

"Mr. Bingle"

Why, don't you know what would happen? The critics would go into
convulsions over the attempt to foist a silly little--"
"But, hang it all, Amy, you've got it in you to surprise New York," he
cried earnestly. "I KNOW you can do it. Good Lord, I wouldn't take a
nickel of Mr. Bingle's money if I didn't believe you could make good.
Why, I've got a conscience too, much as the confession may surprise
you."
"You are carried away by excitement, dear," she said softly, patting
his cheek. "Just stop and think for a minute. Who am I? What have I
ever done? Where have I--"
"But can't you see that the PLAY will be the making of you? The part
is a wonder. You can't help creating a sensation with such a role to
carry you along. Now, I'm not conceited--not a bit of it--but I do
know this much: this play and this part are going to turn Broadway
upside down."
"I could agree with you, dear, if you had some one like--oh, well, if
you won't allow me to talk, I--please let me say it, Dick." His kisses
had played havoc with her ideas. "Now, DO listen to me! It's all very
well to SAY that I am qualified to turn Broadway--"
"Of course, we don't have to 'star' you at the outset," he
interrupted, suddenly resorting to reason.


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