Big lake : A tragedy in two parts
Lloyd

Lloyd

Why, Betty!

Betty

Betty

I cain’t stand them kind of flowers.

Lloyd

Lloyd

’S jist a flower. Growin’ in the woods.

[Pg 8]

[Pg 8]

Betty

Betty

In the dark woods. Lloyd—

Lloyd (puzzled)

Lloyd

Whut is it?

Betty

Betty

Lloyd, le’s go away frum here—


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