[And Val kicks the door closed, and turns to face Richard with a brilliant smile.]
But of course now you can tell me the origin of the paper. Do not stand there, sit down! There is a chair--somewhere--
[He pushes away from the door, which, now closed, is clearly an immobile and impenetrable barrier. How thick it is, how well-made, with its heavy iron hinges and heavy iron ring to pull it open and closed. Not locked, but solid enough that a thief or escaping guest would have to work very hard to pull it open again.]
Here!
[Val sweeps a drop cloth aside with a certain flourish, unveiling a simple and sturdy wooden chair, stacked with books and paper. He grabs half in his arms and plunks them down onto the table. A great puff of dust goes up.]
There is a cushion still on this one, I think. Under the--paper-- [with effort and strain, as he gathers another armload.]
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But of course now you can tell me the origin of the paper. Do not stand there, sit down! There is a chair--somewhere--
[He pushes away from the door, which, now closed, is clearly an immobile and impenetrable barrier. How thick it is, how well-made, with its heavy iron hinges and heavy iron ring to pull it open and closed. Not locked, but solid enough that a thief or escaping guest would have to work very hard to pull it open again.]
Here!
[Val sweeps a drop cloth aside with a certain flourish, unveiling a simple and sturdy wooden chair, stacked with books and paper. He grabs half in his arms and plunks them down onto the table. A great puff of dust goes up.]
There is a cushion still on this one, I think. Under the--paper-- [with effort and strain, as he gathers another armload.]