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DISGUST:

A DRAMATIC MONOLOGUE[1]

A woman and her husband, having been converted from free thought to Calvinism, and being utterly miserable in consequence, resolve to end themselves by poison. The man dies, but the woman is rescued by application of the stomach pump.—[A. C. S.]

I
Pills? talk to me of your pills? Well, that, I must say, is cool.
Can't bring my old man round? he was always a stubborn old fool.
If I hadn't taken precautions—a warning to all that wive—
He might not have been dead, and I might not have been alive.

II
You would like to know, if I please, how it was that our troubles began?
You see, we were brought up Agnostics, I and my poor old man.

  1. A parody of Tennyson's Despair.

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