GINGER. (_She takes the cup—is making for the window_.)

JAWBONES. (_Fierce again_.) I said tea.

GINGER. All right, I was only going to throw the slops out of window.

There ain’t no basin.

JAWBONES. I’ll tell yer when I want yer to open the window and call for

the p’lice. You can throw them into the waste-paper basket.

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