Hannah Topping has just returned to her former home town with her new
Hannah: (Whimpering) Oh, Noah, Noah, I don’t believe as we shall ever get a large circle of friends round us!
Noah: Now then. (Selecting a pair of handcuffs and examining them critically) Them’ll do. (Slipping them into his pocket and turning on Hannah suddenly) Hannah!
Hannah: Yes, Noahry —
Noah: Add some sparkle, my darlin’, to the little time you have me at home with you.
Hannah: Yes, Noahry. (She bustles about and begins to lay the table.)
Noah: I’m just a-going round to put Samson in the cart.
Hannah: Oh, don’t ye trust to Samson, Noah dear — he’s such a vicious brute. Kitty’s safer in the cart.
Noah: Shut up, darling. Samson can take me onto the edge of the hill in half the time.
Hannah: The hill?
Noah: Why d’ye think I’ve put off taking my man to Durnstone till now? Why, I’m
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