Buried Alive: a Tale of These Days by Arnold Bennett
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_Woman_: Oh yes, you can do _that_. You might say, of the musical comedy stage. _Man_: I will. I'll run something together. Trust me. Thanks awfully. At this point a young and emaciated priest passed up the room. _Woman_: Oh! Father Luke, is that you? Do come and sit here and be nice. This is Father Luke Widgery--Mr. Docksey, of the _Record_. _Man_: Delighted. _Priest_: Delighted. _Woman_: Now, Father Luke, I've just _got_ to come to your sermon to-morrow. What's it about? _Priest_: Modern vice. _Woman_: How charming! I read the last one--it was lovely. _Priest_: Unless you have a ticket you'll never be able to get in. _Woman_: But I must get in. I'll come to the vestry door, if there is a vestry door at St. Bede's. _Priest_: It's impossible. You've no idea of the crush. And I've no favourites. |
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