that?”—Crash! now it has really fallen down, but by a miracle no one is killed. “Mind the trap!”—“Look out!!”—“Look out!!!”—“Go away!”—“Clear that away!”—“It’s blooming well bust!”—“Steps here!”—“It won’t hold, I tell you!”—“Take it down again!”—“Who the hell’s pinched my hammer?”—“We must saw a bit off here!”—Ting! the stage-manager rings once for the curtain. “Christopher, that’s all wrong!”—“We must put a bracket here!”—“Leave it there!”—“Take it away!”—The actors are already on the stage. “Where’s that sewing of mine?”—“Those doors won’t shut!”—“But that chair was standing somewhere else!”—“Give me that paper, quick!”—“I shall never be able to finish my part to-day!”—“Lord, where did I put that shawl?”—“I don’t know a word!”—Ting! the curtain rises slowly and irrevocably. Lord of Hosts, if only things last till the end of the act!
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