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(Thornton Wilder, Our Town, Act I)
. . .
Mrs. Gibbs: Here, give me some more of those beans. Myrtle, did one of those secondhand-furniture men from Boston come to see you last Friday?
Mrs. Webb: No-o
Mrs. Gibb: Well, he called on me. First I thought he was a patient wantin' to see Dr. Gibbs. 'N he wormed his way into my parlor, and, Myrtle Webb, he offered me three hundred and fifty dollars for Grandmother Wentworth's highboy, as I'm sitting here!
Mrs. Webb: Why, Julia Gibbs!
Mrs. Gibbs: He did! That old thing!....
Mrs. Webb: Well, You're going to take it, aren't you?
Mrs. Gibbs: I don't know.
. . .
Well, if I could get the Doctor to take the money and go away someplace on a real trip, I'd sell it like that. - Y'know, Myrtle, it's been the dream of my life to see Paris, France. - Oh, I don't know. It sounds crazy, I suppose, but for years I've been promising myself that if we ever had a chance -
. . .
Mrs. Webb: Well, if that secondhand man's really serious about buyin' it, Julia, you sell it. And than you'll get to see Paris , all right. Just keep droppin' hints from time to time - that's how I got to see the Atlantic Ocean, y'know.
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I don't really understand all right in this context. What do you take all right to mean there?
. . .
Mrs. Gibbs: Here, give me some more of those beans. Myrtle, did one of those secondhand-furniture men from Boston come to see you last Friday?
Mrs. Webb: No-o
Mrs. Gibb: Well, he called on me. First I thought he was a patient wantin' to see Dr. Gibbs. 'N he wormed his way into my parlor, and, Myrtle Webb, he offered me three hundred and fifty dollars for Grandmother Wentworth's highboy, as I'm sitting here!
Mrs. Webb: Why, Julia Gibbs!
Mrs. Gibbs: He did! That old thing!....
Mrs. Webb: Well, You're going to take it, aren't you?
Mrs. Gibbs: I don't know.
. . .
Well, if I could get the Doctor to take the money and go away someplace on a real trip, I'd sell it like that. - Y'know, Myrtle, it's been the dream of my life to see Paris, France. - Oh, I don't know. It sounds crazy, I suppose, but for years I've been promising myself that if we ever had a chance -
. . .
Mrs. Webb: Well, if that secondhand man's really serious about buyin' it, Julia, you sell it. And than you'll get to see Paris , all right. Just keep droppin' hints from time to time - that's how I got to see the Atlantic Ocean, y'know.
. . .
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I don't really understand all right in this context. What do you take all right to mean there?
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