If: a play in four acts by Lord (Edward J. M. D. Plunkett) Dunsany
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Wait a moment, Bill. BILL Not if he's . . . Not if he was ever so. JOHN [preparing to pass] Good morning. . . . BILL Can't come through. Too late. JOHN Too late? Why, the train's only just in. BILL Don't care. It's the rule. JOHN O, nonsense. [He carries on.] BILL It's too late. I tell you you can't come. |
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