If: a play in four acts by Lord (Edward J. M. D. Plunkett) Dunsany
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By coming here? But she can't come here.
ARCHIE BEAL Why not? JOHN BEAL Because it's impossible. Absolutely impossible. Why--good Lord--she couldn't come here. Why, she'd want a chaperon and a house and--and--everything. Good Lord, she couldn't come here. It would be--well it would be impossible--it couldn't be done. ARCHIE BEAL O, all right. Then I don't know what she meant. JOHN BEAL ARCHIE! You don't really think she'd come here? You don't really think it, do you? ARCHIE BEAL Well, it's the sort of thing that that sort of girl might do, but of course I can't say . . . |
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