If: a play in four acts by Lord (Edward J. M. D. Plunkett) Dunsany
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never shall go now. It doesn't matter.
MARY [the photographs catching her eye] O, John, I meant to tell you. Such a dreadful thing happened. JOHN What, Mary? MARY Well, Liza was dusting the photographs, and when she came to Jane's she says she hadn't really begun to dust it, only looked at it, and it fell down, and that bit of glass is broken right out of it. JOHN Ask her not to look at it so hard another time. MARY O, what do you mean, John? JOHN |
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