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FRANKEL: Life ain't worth livin'! Life ain't worth livin'!
CARTER: Serves you right, Frankel!
[_At the filter_ FRANKEL _pours water from the glass upon a
dirty handkerchief and passes the handkerchief over his
forehead._]
FRANKEL: I got to git some peace! I got to collect myself.
CARTER: That shows you ain't got no rights like you claimed. You can't
control your labour element.
FRANKEL [_bitterly_]: I'll control 'em all right! I'll show 'em who's
their master!
[_A man's head with shaggy hair and ragged whiskers is thrust
in at the factory door. This is_ POLENSKI.]
POLENSKI [_ferociously_]: Are you goin' to come out here like a man?
FRANKEL: You _bet_ I'm comin' out there, Polenski! I'll show you who's
the man here! You Hunnyacks try to browbeat me!
[_As he goes out, babbling fiercely, the howls of a Roman mob
are heard greeting him._]
CARTER: I don't feel no sympathy with him.
NORA: No; I should think not!
[_A more distant outbreak of the mob is heard, brief but
fierce, and just a moment before it ceases_ MIFFLIN _enters,
beaming. He is dressed as usual, with his umbrella and the same
old magazines and newspapers under his arm._]
MIFFLIN: Everything is lovely! How do you do, Miss Gorodna! Carter, old
fellow! It's a great morning, a great morning! Mr. Gibson drove me down
in his car. It's wonderful to feel the inspiration it's going to be for
an ex-capitalist to see this place and its harmony.
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