![]() ![]() Bread has no sorrow for me, and water no affliction. ![]() It is not the bread and water I fear: I can live on bread:when have I asked for more? It is no hardship to drink water if the water be clean. You think that life is nothing but not being stone dead. You promised me my life but you lied (indignant exclamations). ![]() Yes:they told me you were fools (the word gives great offence), and that I was not to listen to your fine words nor trust your charity. (She rushes to the table snatches up the paper and tears it into fragments) Light your fire:do you think I dread it as much as the life of a rat in a hole? My voices were right. JOAN: (rising in consternation and terrible anger) Perpetual imprisonment! Am I not then to be set free? Give me that writing. ![]()
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