MINER
(Breaking down and showing fear, not of Clerk, but of famine.)
But good heavens, man, what am I to do? I haven't fifty pounds of flour for the whole winter.
I can pay for my grub if you'll sell it to me. You can't leave me starve!
(Breaking down and showing fear, not of Clerk, but of famine.)
But good heavens, man, what am I to do? I haven't fifty pounds of flour for the whole winter.
I can pay for my grub if you'll sell it to me. You can't leave me starve!