But if
your uncle was to tell the right parties that you're just a girl, and
didn't realize what you were saying--
MADELINE: I did realize what I was saying, and every word you've just
said makes me know I meant what I said. I said if this was what our
country has come to, then I'm not for our country. I said that--and
a-plenty more--and I'll say it again!
EMIL: Well--gee, you don't know what it means.
MADELINE: I do know what it means, but it means not being a coward.
EMIL: Oh, well--Lord, you can't say everything you think. If everybody
did that, things'd be worse off than they are now.
MADELINE: Once in a while you have to say what you think--or hate
yourself.
EMIL: (_with a grin_) Then hate yourself.
MADELINE: (_smiling too_) No thank you; it spoils my fun.
EMIL: Well, look-a-here, Madeline, aren't you spoiling your fun now?
You're a girl who liked to be out. Ain't I seen you from our place, with
this one and that one, sometimes all by yourself, strikin' out over the
country as if you was crazy about it? How'd you like to be where you
couldn't even see out?
MADELINE: (_a step nearer the cell_) There oughtn't to be such places.
EMIL: Oh, well--Jesus, if you're going to talk about that--! You can't
change the way things are.
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