The Widowing of Mrs. Holroyd: A Drama in Three Acts

by D. H. Lawrence

I'll show thee—I'll—

[He raises himself up, and is just picking his balance when Blackmore, with a sudden light kick, sends him sprawling again. He is seen on the edge of the light to collapse into stupor.

MRS. HOLROYD

He'll kill you, he'll kill you!

[Blackmore laughs short.

MRS. HOLROYD

Would you believe it! Oh, isn't it awful! (She begins to weep in a little hysteria; Blackmore stands with his back leaning on the doorway, grinning in a strained fashion) Is he hurt, do you think?

BLACKMORE

I don't know—I should think not.