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[on a dark and stormy night, the Waverton's car get stuck in the mud]
Philip Waverton:
Hell!
Margaret Waverton:
What are you stopping for?
Philip Waverton:
A rest.
Margaret Waverton:
Really, Philip, you can't stop here. Either go on or go back. You can't expect me to spend the night like a half-drowned rat on a mountainside.
Philip Waverton:
It's better to stop than to drive the car gently over a cliff, isn't it?
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