Three Plays by Padraic Colum
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It will be a long time till he does the like again.
MAIRE It will be a long time, I suppose. Both of us might be in a different house and have different cares. ANNE That would be terrible. I'll never leave him, Maire. MAIRE You can't say the like now. ANNE Why? MAIRE How could you take such things upon you and life stretching out before you? You're not young enough, Anne. Besides, it's not what we say; it's what we feel. No, it's not what we feel either; it's what grows up in us. ANNE He might never do the like again. MAIRE Many's the time mother said that, and she and me lying together. ANNE Will we ever get out of it, Maire? _James enters_. |
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